I stood near the pond this morning.
Feet firmly planted on the ground, I had my morning meal.
Sharing a spoonful of oatmeal and peaches with my faithful sidekick, I watched as shadow and light painted its way across the pond. Breezes hadn’t started yet, but there were waves on the surface. Dragonflies hovered in for a drink and disturbed the millpond stillness of the morning creating ripples that echoed their presence on the surface of the otherwise still water.
In the distance floated a small bird, also still, also hardly moving. It kept a still eye pointed at me watching me in my morning repast.
The birds sang over top of the distant sounds. Their chattering accompanying the tapestry of the scene, enhancing the beauty of the morning.
On the ground there were small lizards warming themselves, recharging for their day. Soon they would leave their station in the sun, sliding down leaves of the pineapple plant, leaping to the ground, and going on their business of creating and losing territory and dining on choice bits of insect life.
The gentle breezes were almost still at this time of day. There was just enough wind to make the magenta and pink blossoms of the paper thin bougainvillea nod their heads in acquaintance, accepting you into their beauty and their presence.
This was framed by the thick tropical foliage around the small pond, deep greens offset by the scent of jasmine coming from their almost zinc oxide whiteness capturing the sun of the early morning.
The hustle and bustle of the semi-urban life seemingly brushed away by the chattering of the song birds came rushing in with one motion. I shifted to lean on my right leg when I noticed that there was a vibrating in my pocket. Reaching in I found the old phone that was sending off an alarm, this was the cause of the singing birds, and the vibration was the alarm clock on the phone that I just couldn’t bear to turn off.
Reverie broken, I readjusted my headphones to make sure that the noise canceling was turned on. The amigos from Quintana Roo were next door with their blowers again, and I stepped away from the Kitchen window where my day dream was ended. No longer standing by a tropical pond, I was instantly transported back to my house, in front of the kitchen sink, in the middle of 100 miles of human habitation.
But for a brief moment, all was peaceful, all was full of nature, and full of song birds and beauty. I guess I really should cancel that alarm clock.