In Mallorca, I have seen palms as I have never seen before.

It was in the September of 2021, outside of the City, going north from Palma to Esporles.

Usually, they cut the dead leaves from the palm’s trunk, or the strong wind from the sea rips them away.

Here dead leafs stayed on palms so, under a bright green tuft of new leaves, dangle a big grey bush that tins out to show the trunk only near the ground.

Earth was of a brick color. The mountains were luxuriant green.

The asphalt of the streets was the darkest, almost black, I’ve ever seen.