5:15 p.m. Friday afternoon, just off from work and taking my sweet time getting ready to take an afternoon walk. I was on my way to the annual Grand Santa Cruzan, a procession of lanterns, floats, little prince and princesses, the Reynas (queens) and their escorts. The boulevard where they usually congregate was empty. There was no procession.
Turns out I missed the procession. The butterflies were already heading home well before sundown.
………..and so were the beauty queens.
The little princesses were so tired and wanted to go home.
A stark reminder of the fateful day when the world seemed to have ended, but that was a lifetime ago.
The angels learn to smile again, and that’s good.
The week has ended. Tomorrow, a new week will begin again. Welcome, June.