Strange mists were swirling around the ridges in the morning light behind him, but Algy wasn’t watching them. He was thinking of a friend far away, who had sent him an unexpected gift, and of all the friends who had been so kind to him and to his assistant at a sad and difficult time.
Algy sends you all his love and thanks, and this beautiful Aztec poem:
Like a quetzal plume, a fragrant flower,
like heron plumes, it weaves itself into finery.
Our song is a bird calling out like a jingle:
how beautiful you make it sound!
Here, among flowers that enclose us,
Among flowery boughs you are singing.