Last night by 8 pm the sky was pitch black and there wasn't a moon. The stars were hidden by clouds or dust or both. As of right now, it hasn't rained in nearly 40 hours. The dry season is approaching or is maybe already upon us.
Sitting in the living room last night with another colleague, I heard a POP. My colleague and I jumped. It didn't sound like any gunshot I have heard in real life, but it sounded like the way gunshots are often described in novels: like pop-guns, silly and inconsequential-sounding and deadly. After a bit of quiet, I went out to see our guards -- I asked them. Apparently an avacado had falled from a tree and smacked upon their tin roof.
We had a good laugh at my expense.
About Me
- Rachel
- If I told you what organization I work for, which I'm not going to do, then I would also let you know that all opinions expressed here are strictly my own, which they are.
