White Dog stands, head at the window, glorying in the wind blowing through her fur. We are out to run errands in the coolness of the early morning.
Still, by 10am it is stuffy and White Dog seeks comfort as she naps away the day's heat in the air conditioner's jet stream.
Now in the dark gathering of a late afternoon monsoon, White Dog re-energized, is ready to continue. Little does she realize that she echoes the siesta patterns of this town's ancestors.
No comments:
Post a Comment