I reconnected with some lovely street friends today. One is a man who cannot read (unnecessary on the farm where he grew up, or even for a career in driving), and who has the most jolly, thoughtful, perceptive personality.

He's a juice vendor now, and a great cook, and bursts with pride for all his family in professional fields from the fruit of his labour. When he reminds me that I'm doing a lot on my own, with people dear to me away for the year, I listen to his wisdom.

It's good to be seen.