This is how most of our mornings start.

Roosters  crowing: “cock-a-doodle-do”

Doves cooing, cooing

Birds chirping, whistling

Hot air balloons are so close by, flying

At times I can see people in the basket

Sun rolls over mountain

My tea is getting cold

It’s chilly, early morning.

This is how the day ends

Not too often, clouds are here

View from rooftop terrace,

Above the city….

But if they are

They come directly from behind the mountain

Effortless to see them from our little casita

Darkness takes over the sky

Settles down step by step

Yes, light fights its way through