De nubes

3/30 Iba caminando. Seguro era sábado. Los sábados salía a vender comida vegana (porciones de bizcochuelo y también cosas saladas). Me iba bien, me conocían y sabían que cocinaba rico. Siempre vendía todo. Ese sábado me había ido bien, por que estaba volviendo temprano a casa. Me bajé del colectivo, en el carrito de comida solo me quedaba un hummus, lo iba a disfrutar con mates en un rato. Caminaba a casa, media cuadra de la parada, doblar a la derecha, una cuadra y media estaba mi casa. Iba recorriendo ese último tramo y reconozco una tonalidad particular en el aire. Esa no era la luz de un cielo cualquiera, algo pasaba allá arriba que se podía disfrutar en los tonos del asfalto, en las sombras bailarinas de los arboles de otoño mientras recorría esa última cuadra camino a casa. Me di vuelta (el camino a casa me dejaba de espaldas al atardecer) y me encuentro con un espectáculo de esponjosas nubes. Por suerte, ese día traía también mi cámara. . . I was walking. Sure it was Saturday. On Saturdays I went out to sell vegan food (slices of sponge cake and also salty things). I was doing well, they knew me and they knew that I cooked well. He always sold everything. That Saturday had gone well for me, because I was coming home early. I got off the bus, in the food cart I only had one hummus left, I was going to enjoy it with mates in a while. I was walking home, half a block from the stop, turn right, a block and a half was my house. I was going through that last section and I recognize a particular hue in the air. That was not the light of any sky, something was happening up there that could be enjoyed in the tones of the asphalt, in the dancing shadows of the autumn trees as I walked that last block on the way home. I turned around (the way home left me with my back to the sunset) and I am faced with a spectacle of fluffy clouds. Luckily, that day I also brought my camera.