Jacket Not Required

Day 13 - It is a rainy afternoon. Warm waterdrops arrive from the heavens and now flow from our tiled roofs in torrents. This table looks out onto the courtyard where yellow frangipani trees bloom. The air is only a tad cooler but so humid one must nearly drink it in.



Strangely comforting, these rains are nothing like why we escaped from British Columbia for the winter. Here, the birds continue to sing and the butterflies and dragonflies mysteriously know to disappear before the deluge. It may continue like this for hours or may abruptly cease. It really matters not as we have nowhere else we have to be.

Now is a perfect time for sweet afternoon milk tea and an accompanying sugar biscuit (or two). I learned to love this type of afternoon, in Sri Lanka perhaps. This is familiar part of the tropics during a monsoon season to me. At this moment, there is not a place I would rather be.