BAJA SUNRISE

And here it is. In all its glory raising out of the sea. Colors preceding the sunrise itself, stretch across the whole horizon visible to my eyes. All kinds of shades of reds, impossible to really describe but to see it is to feel it. With your whole body. My body albeit still wrapped cozily in sheets and blankets. In my hands a cup of really good coffee that Jim brewed in the French press. Birds chirping and oh, the mourning doves, my favorites. They always remind me of my times at my grandma’s house. I was made to take a nap every afternoon. It was like a punishment to me but then as I laid in cool bed with crisp linen sheets, shades drawn, my consolation was listening to the doves.
The birds are hopping on twisted branches of an elephant tree right in front of me. Oh no, the bird just flew into our palapa.! I hear a light thump against the window. But thank god it’s okay. Now Jim is trying to chase it back out. Monty just saw the bunny dart through the bushes and now he is chasing it. When I whistle for him he comes running back and jumps up on my bed all excited”Mommy, Mommy! I saw the bunny! I saw the bunny! “ Yup, my dog talks! I hear waves rolling onto the sandy beach and mantas bellyflopping. The air is warmed by the morning sun. This is my Baja. I told Jim a good sunrise is like good sex. The colors of the sky that precede the sun coming up is like a foreplay. It’s the best part of making love. “Right Jim? ”no answer. “Jim?” “What?” I repeat the statement. “ Oh, yeah sure,” he replies in a low grunting voice. Ahh, the romance of my husband. Yet, if heaven is half as beautiful, then I am ok with that.
Now, if the coffee does it’s job and I can take my morning dump, life will truly be complete.