by Kevin Carrel Footer In La Boca, the river has shed its customary brown livery and turned gray. You would think that a river would remain one color, not change like a chameleon, but you would be wrong. The Rio de la Plata is a shape-shifter, writhing and cavorting before your eyes. On land, the…
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3 responses to “Rainy-Day Soliloquy”
Well, Kevin, who does not like a good storm?
After all, “after the storm comes the bonanza”.
Simply… beautiful…
Kevin , reading you , it is an invitation to reflect about what the rain does to us. I also like the rain and, like you, not because of stoicism. which is a personal trait of most Argentines since life here is so difficult but we carry on all the same. I think I like it because if there is no rain, there will be no rainbows. Thanks for sharing your epiphanies.