Wood window is ajar, and pressing into the mosquito net a foot about my knee. Roosters are crowing and the sun is already strong. The malaria pills don’t let my skin make melanin – my arm is still pink from two days ago. Gama is in the kitchen making tortillas. He works for/with Jake, helps with the chores and the farming. How are you Gama? “Sure Cy, sure.” He says sure a lot. He’s smart, and continually moves me with his kindness.
There are big spiders in the tree behind the house. The neighbor knocked one of the nests off a branch this morning. It was empty, no giant spider inside. I dread spiders, but I would have liked to have seen one just the same.