"In the dry season the air stays hot all day and thirst makes the forest do strange things. The trees drop their leaves by the hundreds and we crunch them underfoot. Seed pods burst paper confetti over our heads and drop with sudden, surprise thuds. Sounds are fractured and harsh. Insects buzz busier and louder and the birds lie on the ground with their beaks open attempting to cool off.
In this piece I wanted to remember this unusual time in our usually wet and green forest. We take the rain for granted so much here near the equator, that when it doesn't come for a while, everything goes a little mad."