Lonely Cactus

 

Next door looming over the neighbour's wall near our kitchen is one lonely cactus, so lonely that no-one wants to give it a hug. In the early dawn light, looking at this cactus, my mind wonders to that old western series in the early 70s called the High Chaparral as there was these high cacti all over the place. My hero was of course Manolito, strange that I would side with him. I suppose psychologists will read  a lot into one of my first childhood heroes.