The screen of women, so many cords with so little joining space. I press glass to my mouth this morning14 and take a deep breath. 19 months without waking to rain and then suddenly, BAM!15 I'm wet16 all over. The pitter-patter from it hitting one rib, then dripping down to the next. The grass is thirsty and I will not compete with it for spaces in the sun. places where at the edge you could take to the river. When things crumble they are only ridden, never lead. I loved this one length-wise that way the spices would not be diluted with the sweat I dripped.17