It's raining in the early afternoon. Dense jungle teeming with life now soggy. I am alone here under a roof of sticks and straw.
But this is not a sad time, not for me. I love the rain and I love this temporary home. My gracious hosts will(more) be back soon from their daily hike. The smell of this food will reach them before they reach the hut. There is peace and simplicity out here, and there is now peace and simplicity within me. The jungle. The rain.
Dense woods put me in a dreamlike state. It's as though I wake up every day here on another planet, on a television screen image that surely cannot be real but is.
There is world to explore after all, and I could not be more thankful to my hosts for cooking and eating me in such a memorable environment. (less)