>As the climate changes I feel the chill deep
within me. Winter in the air, grey sky morning.
Rainy – such coldness in every drop that falls
from dark clouds in the mood. Slick roads like glass
shine in iridescent lights. Fauna consumes wetness.
A mantón wraps round to keep in warmth.
With patterns of Aztecan gods fire, earth, wind, rain.
Sacrificed young virgins to appease angry gods.
Spilt blood on cold stone slabs. As the winters came
and left harsh winds and muddy ground with imprints of existence.
It has been raining every day and it’s getting cold.
Winter is on the way.
I have also been having lots of discussions about
early Mexican history.