i woke up listening to a tropical torrent. this morning, thanks to the efforts of my son, i was able to watch the waterfall gush as well as hear it.
it's so green here, my niece from san francisco noted. there's so many trees.
in this little corner of the world, on this gray-green, moisty, misty, mossy morning... there sure are.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.