Salento II

I´m in a hammock below the kitchen patio. Gently rocking. It´s dark. The light from the patio falls sharply on the branches of thick vegetation no more than 6 feet away, making that part of jungle stand out like it´s almost manufactured with pin-sharp details, leafs looking plastic. The rest falls deeper into black.

M just went in because the mosquitos plagued her. They bite me too but I want to savour this moment: fireflies flickering, crickets cricketing, the sound of something moving out there.

A moment like this calls for a cigarette.


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