Sara’s Mom is better. Much better. She loves to tell us stories about her.

She’s funny, too. I like her. Had a long day but I’m happy. Had dinner at

home. Talked to Sara and her Mom. We had a pleasant time. Told Sara I

was going to spend the night at the cemetery. She put a couple of limes

and a tuna can for the feral cat. I fed Lobo. We got to the cemetery

before closing time. Te staff already know me. And my intentions. No

problem. Got to my Mother’s property. Evening was approaching.

Pulled my cigarettes and Tequila and limes. The air smelled clean.

As clean as death. Pure. The stars started they evening show. The old

tree seemed to genuflect at me. Crazy. I guess we have become friends.

Maybe enjoys my company as much as I enjoy his, His almost dead

leaves sometimes touch my cheeks. I like it. I find it to be a gentle

gesture. Had a cigarette and ponder about this and that. Menial things.

I give the feral cat his tuna can. Lobo just looks. He knows the routine.

After all the ritual of getting myself to myself. I write about the things

that happened to me on my day. Silly things, really. The moon is in full

bloom now. Laying on my Mother’s stone looking at it and the stars…

the Tequila taking over my senses…the sound of a thousand souls

whispering and laughing and children shadows running freely…

is an indescribable picture. Love it. Full of color and texture.

As the palm of my hands. Once I finish my Tequila and my last

cigarette, I fall fast asleep in five seconds. Good night.

EO