A gentle breeze touches our winter skin , the very kite flying breeze we used to have on our roofs this day years ago .
Today the kites may be flying on high roofs in our former spaces. The breeze may be flying rooftop kites cutting each other down. Here we have no kites for the sun’s northward journey. But we have rice flour chariots for the sun on our roads.
Here we see women making beautiful rice flour drawings before the houses. Their motifs included new sugar cane and flowers of kitschy shapes. Some times there are chariots for the fiercest sun.Their colors run deep as their blood emotions. They run deep in ancient cave memories.