30/11 The wind brings the smell of rain. This time, I looked up. I saw a moonless night, the top of the trees, and their branches crossing the sky like veins. Something in them catches my attention. It’s birds, first time I see them. They have no beaks or eyes. Instead, dull white masks take their place. They come closer, and point to a place I can`t make out because of the darkness. I woke up. Through the window, a kiskadee perched on the power wires watches me, before taking flight. The wind brings the smell of rain.