halftime.

it was a fresh pour. i found myself walking towards the thunder.

auspicious.

all the mosques pronouncing from megaphones. stereosurround. the whole city is saturated.succulence. FaDiNg in AND out. 

the soundtrack of life. at 13:30. 

a first week of work, finshed...or rather slowly prepared to begin a second and third and other subsequents.

i regard the ground and the way the rain has impacted its surface.

fuzzy. softsandturned to fur. footprints only change the illusion.

i weave in and out of my native tongue and my host language(s).

not with ease, but with beautiful stutter. 

Oui, c'est true that j'ai dit SalaamMalekum to you.

awkward. although this new creole is more appropriate than any of the three. 

soon, to Podor. la Fouta. on mission. to do what we do. 

this is where my interests find themselves.

moving forward. daytime exhaustion. friday evening nap. 

rainrainrain. and barelypack.