one of the things i miss most about colombia is how a lot of patios in houses have no roof directly over them. this part of the roof is missing from what would be a living room, so to speak. in this way, one could sit in a chair or pass across the patio from the bathroom to the kitchen with the sky visible from inside. one could nap blissfully while outside their door rain falls heavily onto the smooth tile of the patio and into the thick leaves of the potted plants. one is both inside and out, and the skies clear up as fast as it all fell. there is a definite sadness in looking backwards, but the impetus to look forward, instead, should keep one proud. in my estimation, it is the more powerful gaze.
happy birthday, guapo