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… Read More