Nacho and I walked in the park tonight. For the past few days, it’s been raining most evenings so we haven’t had the chance to take our usual stroll. As we entered the park, we were greeted by a cacophony of frogs calling out, flirting from dark ditches. He sniffed them out, but generally paid no attention to their invisible presence. The trees were fresh, wet and smelled beautiful. I looked into a hole in a tree, hoping to see a frog that had decided to set up home within full view of the toilets (an odd place for a frog house alright!). It wasn’t there. It must’ve ventured out for a night with its buddies. It was a beautiful night.