Still no end in sight, although they have allowed blacks to talk among themselves once this week on the big yard. Still no work, no yard, no visits, and no time out of the cell. The fourth month and winter is almost gone.
But I love the rain and in the crack in the window I can see it, and the rains commune with my heart and spirit. I even saw a goose grazing in the wet muddy grass this morning. It is the kind of rain I like most when it is not cold or windy. One can sit out in the rain with a friend and feel wet and warm. At night take a rain shower in the forest or streams.
Stay Real Realness people