Racing the Rain with Hari’s Horses on Ometepe Island, Nicaragua
A rooster’s sharp caw breaks through my dreams and soon I am awake, mulling over how best to murder said rooster. I grumble as I squint my eyes in the early morning light, the sun hasn’t even risen yet. The rooster keeps at it. This rooster must be faulty, or sadistic, I decide as I… Read More Racing the Rain with Hari’s Horses on Ometepe Island, Nicaragua