Monday morning:
Sitting on my bed. Gentle (artificial) breeze mitigating the heat. Rain falling on the tin roof. The smell of rain mixed with freshly cut wild grass, which smells like cilantro here. Some moments I am certain in the deepest parts of my being that this is where I am supposed to be right now.
Wednesday morning:
Just finished eating a mango. About three quarters of the way through I went to slice off a bit of brown part from a piece that I was about to eat. When I sliced it off a tiny translucent worm crawled further into my piece of mango. Think he had friends? These are the moments when I wonder why I chose this.
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