Day and Night at San Miguel de Allende
This is how most of our mornings start.
Roosters crowing: “cock-a-doodle-do”
Doves cooing, cooeding
Birds chirping, whistling
Hot air balloons so close flying by
At times I can see people in the basket
Sun rolls over mountain
My tea getting could
Its chilly, early mornings.
This is how day ends
Not too often, clouds are here
View from roof top terrace,
Above the city….
But if they are
They come directly from behind mountain
Effortless to see them from our little casita
Darkness takes over sky
Settles down step by step
Yes, light fights its way through