Monday morning, 6 am. Parents in law getting ready for the day’s harvesting as I fumble my shoes on and reach for my jacket. Stumble outside into the cold and over to the outhouse in the southwest corner of the courtyard.
The moon hovers large over the mountains in the northwest, bright like a second, cold sun. The sky in the southeast burns with the sun’s first rays.
No water. The mains water is often turned off overnight, doesn’t come back on till maybe half past six, usually by seven. But damn, I’m thirsty. And it’s cold, and I want a nice pot of tea steaming on the desk beside the computer.
