in low morning light. These rays can’t be screened, they pierce through the heavy grey clouds, a phenomenon that we grow weary of after consecutive days of a buried sun. Even today with a full solar eclipse, we wouldn’t have caught a glimpse if it were in our sight at this junction of the hemisphere. These three amigos generally gather around the steps absorbing the morning glimmers. Today, they wait for brighter beams that may or may not magically appear on the tips of their noses. If not they will reconvene mañana and maybe the sun will peek out by then. If not these three live lucidly knowing there are other possibilities that most don’t know even exist, and other possibilities that we don’t even think could be possible to exist.