A Tough Walk for Ants And Inline Skaters

Nothing is permanent, even the pavement. Nothing is easy, even walking over churned up cobblestones on the way to Café Dada. The Baratillo fountain is wrapped in blue plastic. We are waiting for the rains here. There is nothing but brown grass and hot sleepless nights. The rains are stuck in traffic or have overslept their alarm. I hope they drop buckets when they get here and knock down tree limbs. We are ready for thunder and tadpoles. The construction will become a field of muck.