you know what i like?

when something turns out to be nothing.

really, i'll explain.

when that huge, monstrosity of a fog that has given you stress spots for days,

even made you avoid certain subjects or try on being diplomatic for a change.

that mysterious, heavy worry and frown upon your face, after all this time

turns out to be

nothing.

everything works out even better than you had hoped.

people cooperate and life runs smoothly for an hour.

the world keeps on turning.

and it is nothing.

which is wonderful.

moroni

only 8am and it's 27 C, which is close to 81F folks.  

moroni.

the word came to me on a bike ride and i couldn't get it out of my head.  i didn't even know what it was!  so i looked it up, and several spellings later i am ridding the poem about "...midnight air sinking into my lungs" and "floating under a treetop roof".  

silly.

moroni, the capital of grande comore off the coast of mozambique on the other hand, does not mess around.

um hm.

maybe i should write about things that matter, i tell myself.

some of the only information i could find about the island is here.  sounds captivating and gruff.  almost unfriendly in the most beautiful of ways.  i feel limited in my geographical knowledge, which limits my power.  because i do have power.  we all do.  but what am i doing with it?

this morning in moroni i can only imagine what the people there awoke to, a day full of hard work?  political strife?  heat, stress, exhaustion, fear and not enough food?  again?  beauty and pain as far as the eye can see?

morose

magnificent

misfortune

merry

muted 

moroni.

another place i do not know but want to try.