September 19, 2019
9 a.m. I decide it's time to walk home. I choose the Fernandez Street route hoping for a narra shower. There are three large narra trees in that street and on some days I chance upon a bright yellow carpet in three spots and small flowers raining on me as if they're angels coming home to the ground—gently but with intention. It's been a rainy two weeks and though I know the narra showers only happen in the summer, I still hope Fernandez Street delivers today. I hold my breath at the turn, praying for the impossible. Amen.