From the South

There has been a strong wind blowing in from the south over the last two days. Standing outside, I can’t help but think of where the wind is coming from. I imagine a place a few hundred miles south, somewhere in Sonora. Mexico. I haven’t spent any time there. It’s place in my imagination. A quiet town with a nice outdoor restaurant where a nice meal could be enjoyed. Maybe there’s a square in the center of town that people gather at for celebrations. People walk from place to place; you rarely see a car on the streets. The world moves much slower here. I wonder if this place really exists.