Anzia, do you feel the sands shifting beneath you? Do you feel the wind coming out of the east, that brings the rains denied to us in summer by the shadow of the mountains? Can you already scent the leaves and first flowers of the spring that those rains nourish? The mulefruit trees will be blooming their shades of pink, white and magenta soon after. The fruit will grow, hanging heavily over your head, waiting for you to shake the tree and bring the ripe ones down. Do you remember? 
Advertisements
