four stories above avenue independencia in aguascalientes i sit next to walls of windows big enough to drive one of those dirty, white vw beetles through and not make a spark.
looking north at the grey and maroon clouds sweeping ever closer as the sun sets behind us in the west. the clouds are bringing the first drops of rain this town has seen in weeks and everyone but me seems to be thankful.
two trees tucked in between brick buildings house two different families of birds. the tree closest to me is filled with little black birds that fill the air with a sound similar to TV static when you get close enough. every four minutes the tree belches a hundred of these little black birds right at these windows. they fly spread out latitudinal but flat like they were spread with a butter knife.
the next tree over is separated by a dark and mystical bar named el gatita elegante. the wrought iron fence guarding the entrance hides a neatly made table with bottles of unopened liquors available inside to the patrons with a fistful of pesos.
that second tree i left unexplained is home to just as many birds as the first i described. however, it is vastly different in it's flora and fauna. where the first tree is gaunt and tall the second is full and voluptuous. like Christmas ornaments the top is completely filled with little black birds with bright orange breasts and bills that make them seem like shinning baubles in the setting sun.
these birds don't fly out every few minutes.
they don't even seem to hop from branch to branch.
and when you walk near them the sound they make is like walking a street in Italy as a sexy woman in front of a cafe with seated men. a quick "fweeehit, fweeehit!", like they want you to turn around and respond to being accosted.
how different everything is here.
i'm sure you can only imagine, as i am, what is waiting on the next block of street vendors, taquerias, adorned with antiquated vw bugs.
