Casa Robino

 'I have a huge house, so big that I can fit a mountain inside'.'Ah'I'm thinking about where you can sleep tonight...', he says as he scratches his shiny bald head.'Um..'The rain fills the road, spills out over from the river. Everything is rain.'Well, can you breathe under water?' He laughs, and his belly wobbles.A mountain but not us.We pull up to the house, white eyeball white and his russian mailorder wife runs out, intelligent eyes. 'Come, come, come, come in!' After three hours with you, you talk about your things and your russian toy dog and 5 seconds with your wife and she invites us in.All is taken care of.elsewhere..I wait and fidget and flop aboutas a decapitated chicken does, knowing thatthe vital spirit has to escape this bodyeventually, somehow!This desire will find an opening-RumiInstinct strikes me down and gallops off without me. Rain sucked out all my juices! Rain of all things, that I know so well, that I was born into and lived within for so long! well..spiritual drunkenness is still here..but the arctic circle will have to live on some more without me..south, south, south again!