There is a gecko that shows up on a fence rail outside my study. He’s (I think it’s a he. It could be a she) right on time each day. I think he’s putting on a show for me. He’ll change colors in a second, then change back. Occasionally, I’ll catch a glimpse of him snagging an insect. I hope it is a mosquito. He’s a patient one. he’ll lay on the fence rail and wait, intuitively knowing brunch will appear within tongue flicking range. I gave him the name Sammy. Sometimes, if I’m sitting on my patio nursing an iced tea he’ll show up and sit on the patio floor next to me. I peek over and ask him how he’s doing. I’m not sure he understands me. Perhaps I should look for a gecko language tutorial app. The point of this blog is nothing more than the friendship i have with this little creature. I’m grateful for Sammy.