At Night, He Comes

I hadn't seen him in weeks, but last night marked the reappearance of the lizard who has taken a liking to my front door. He eats the moths that crowd the window.

I named him Reptar.

Sunday Hike

A few people from my village and I struck out last weekend on a 7 hour venture into the southern hills. The weather was cool and we brought way too much food. It was spectacular.

We also came across a very sad sack tractor. The motor was at one point or another employed with the task of powering a water pump that sent water from a (very deep) well to a small tower that then sent it to the taps in a tiny family compound. The compound and well were long ago abandoned, but the tractor remains.

When we stumbled upon the tractor I had but one question for the man beside me:

"Can I borrow your hat?"