Lluvia y después un poco de frío. Jazz. Windy day. No more wine, please. I’ve had enough. I want to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I’ve got to work to do though. Listen to that breeze. Takes everything away. The man in the red shirt walking his dog. The lady in yellow driving her yellow Beetle. It’s getting chilly. So quiet. Sounds like the city is dead. Most of the plants are anyway. There’s beauty in their death. There will be beauty in their revival.