It was a sunlit day of late spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Since the locale was in Mayagüez, Puerto Rico, you couldn’t tell it was spring because of seeing the green grass with specks of color from flowers like lavenders, roses, or asters. You couldn’t tell it was spring because the white coat of snow had melted from the sunlight. And you couldn’t tell it was spring because the trees had resurrected, and were standing tall with bright green leaves resting on the branches. There was none of that in Puerto Rico; in Puerto Rico, there was no snow, and every day was like summer. You knew it was spring because you had a calendar, and in that day, the calendar said it was the ides of May.