The south wind caressed the ripened guava and gifted the mynah’s wings with flight, then turned north along the coast, warm and wet and fertile, up the cliff-hugging highways, around the barnacled sea stacks and then inland where it birthed a sudden burst of greening, called song birds out of their nests, and coaxed forth the purple flowers that edged their way hesitantly from under the fence. Another long day gave way to the start of my holiday weekend, and not a moment too soon.