Mornings

To wake up to the tide- waves cresting and crashing and sand swirling. Beyond this the wide expanses of salty seas that seem deftly left by a masters paintbrush; so perfectly strewn with delicate depressions and changing textures that sit like a patient child. And they chip and slide, beautifully-effectively altering ones perception of beauty every couple of seconds. So rising on ones side-usually at first blinking when, slowly, fuzzy memories develop hard outlines and colours gain richness- we check our eyes once more because 'why should I be so lucky to wake up to paradise?' But nay! Because the sun is emerging from beyond trees and behind horizons and in those very trees parrots already sit perched waiting for the first show of the day, the monkies arrive...the world presses play. And now not thinking, rather absorbing, the sun begins to creep slowly and confidently up my body- its warmth engulfing my feet and ankles and legs and still northwards. Golden tones reach my chest and I can feel it reaching my neck as everything suddenly brightens and melts like a lucid dream. Sun flecks from cheeks to eyes. A monkey scrambles around branches through leaves. And then I just sit there, just me and the animals and the water and the sun- seems kind of crazy that all this could actually happen. But it does...in the magical parts of the world.

5.1.10
Osa Peninsula
Costa Rica