clear skies. sunny with gusty winds. high 57.

pleasant sunday: cahoon fajitas, clinique gift bag, 3M lint remover, rum-spiked salmon, and (in lieu of creme brulee) dulce de leche mil hojas

poem in mind:
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands