The rain has come. The people are not prepared.
Shorts and a hoodie. Not very water resistant. The walk home is a frigid affair, no time for veering off the path.
Paletas on a cold rainy day. Not in high demand. Dreams of Summer, wanting to be wanted.
Solito, me como el agua.
at least your paleta wont melt
I like it when you get all poetic and whatnot. Camaron rules!
Your post reminded me of Haiku, but Mexican style. Simple and beautiful language.
I just want you to know that I came across your blog a year ago by accident googling for something else about local city council. I love your blog. I’m a grad student and spend many hours on the PC writing and when I need a break I visit your blog to read your latest hilarious musings on LA life and Lincoln Heights. Keep up the good work.