Madrigal

Madrigal it is six in the morning I get down and move the car from the place reserved for vans. This the best of times cooling before the heat begins only a few people out walking their dogs enjoying the peace of a beginning. I could have parked my car in the space between two cars, but I lose my nerves, this after 60 years of driving. in the night the wind blew hard from the sea tiring itself out, and me too I hate the wind it takes my breath away leaves me a husk falling asleep in front of the TV. Yesterday I carried water to the house, the porter usually do this but my wife thinks he takes too much money. Being able to carry bottles of water is better than not being able to carry water, my heart does not agree.