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