Around us. We are in the island of Security still not knowing what is

next. Powerful summer winds and drought in the region are consuming

large extensions of woods. The air is foul. The skies are grey. There is a

dire feeling floating in the air…birds seem absent…evening is not

sultry…is…the harbinger of worse things on their way. You can cut the

mood with a pocket knife. And yet…here we are my love in a secure

place. So far. We have food and shelter. AC. Wish I could be of some

help. Took water to the fellows under the bridge this afternoon. With a

large bag of fruit. What else could I do? Life is full of uncertainties. As

We all know.

We are in the middle of a big one. Yes, every day we are in the same

situation. But not in this degree. Sweet love, let’s try to get some sleep.

Tomorrow…we shall see about tomorrow.

Tell me a story with your right thigh across my chest. Tell me

everything. Love you baby.

EO