Repairing roof tile and tar paper, watching the sun present the first slice of day, learning rural lessons about getting older
“Caray, that’s a good one.” Paco Ruiz Gonzales grinned as he squinted into the slip of early morning light. It was a couple of days before a mountain Christmas cold enough to show your breath. We turned to face a slice of the red disc growing above the distant southeastern horizon. It was a chill morning, but as soon as the sun crested the far Michoacan peaks, it began to change.