Wind enters the valley in cool deliberate waves as the breath of a jaguar tracking its prey. Rain sits abreast the wind and rides the slopes of the hills and the breath of the jaguar is felt upon one’s cheek, soft and malevolent. It emanates from a subliminal threat that creeps unseen and intuition from times long gone seeps into the heart to instil the wish for us to be somewhere else while the danger passes. It is not a good time to be outdoors and we need to head home across ground rendered smooth by time and ancient footsteps.