It had rained all night. And that morning too. Decided to stay in bed

keeping himself all wrapped up in those warm blankets. Chico was also

in the mood of not going out for the time being. But his belly could wait

no longer. Frank fed Chico and went back to bed. Wasn’t feeling really

hungry yet. Hoped to continue dreaming Lucia. The love of his life.

The fresh cold breeze coming through the window was marvelous.

As a wet dream. Chico jumped back onto bed. It was until 10:00 AM

that he got up. Had some breakfast and went out to sit in the porch to

feed his furry friends. Drank more coffee while listening to Bach. And

his thoughts. His daughter had called him the night before. She was OK

now. He smoked his pipe. Finished it and went back into the cabin.

Decided to play a few pieces on the piano. Always with Lucia in his

mind. Went back to the porch to spend the rest of the day reading, since

the rain would not abate. Went back into the cabin to have some salad

and a couple of glasses of red wine. It was still raining. Not much he

could do. But continue enjoying the evening. Life was good.

Ernesto Onofre