The green and yellow of the new leaves ascending from the trees still untouched in the lot across the street contrasted with the mottled grey crossing the sky. In places clouds like a battleships rolled in only to give way to wispy, fairy like formations in between.
The rains had begun and I delighted in them.
It hadn’t rained for months and the dryness and dust were palpable, literally. You tasted it biking through town. You felt it on your skin at night, dirty and oily with sweat and the dust that rose nearly everywhere. Any exposed skin would crack from the overwhelming brilliance of the sun.
But now, the wind blowing those battleship clouds freshened the air. The shirt didn’t cling to my back. The bathed streets glistened and in the backyard a content frog sang a deep throaty bossa nova. Summer had arrived to this tropical city on the verge.
Of what? You ask. We never know. Tulum’s always on the verge. Right now, this very moment, she’s on the verge of a delightful summer. What are you on the verge of? And will make summer delightful for you?