Went last night. Rosa went to see her Mother. I arrived around 5:00 PM.

Since it’s getting dark earlier. Got myself comfortable with my things.

Everybody was leaving. The night was cold and damp. All stones wet.

I left Lobo and Cuco at the house. They are OK. Wanted to be by myself.

The night and the moon. The wind and all the silence for company.

Brought my petrol lamp to my Mama’s stone. Set it up. The tree

branches have grown long. And I like it. They are as extended arms on

my direction. The old Mausoleum nearby hasn’t changed much.

It looks abandoned. It’s a beautiful building. With lots and lots of

detail.

I lay down on my back in my heavy sweater overcoat and scarf.

My Mama’s stone feels warm. As her heart must be. Along with her

bones. Hear the cricket and the owl. Open my bottle of Tequila.

And cut some limes. Night feels fresh and clean. A myriad of thoughts

come to me. Some happy some sad. As day and night. As the switching

of seasons. And this evening I think about Mama. Talk to her as she

were listening to me. Ask her about my brother. My Abuelita…

everybody is good. Drink a long one. Along with some lime juice.

There’s a lot to think about. I know am in good company.

Good night.

EO