There’s something about early morning on a crisp cool Sunday.
The sun shines in a cloudless sky; it’s 66 degrees. Sitting outside in the shade, eating fresh mangoes with yogurt and sipping thick dark coffee, I have to zip up my hoodie against the breeze that tosses dried palm fronds around my yard. Dark blue butterflies the size of my hand land on the white railing of our front porch, and birds chatter in the trees.
Construction on the house next door has momentarily ceased. The tuk-tuk drivers who park under a big shade tree just on the other side of my front gate have inexplicably turned off their music. There’s a dearth of noisy motorbikes.
As I turn the last page of a fun read (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith with a little help from Jane Austen), I take a deep breath of the fresh air and pull my chair into the sun. Days like this, it really doesn’t matter where you are on the planet; it’s just good.
We got a cool breeze here last evening. It was so weird and felt fantastic! It never gets as low as 66 here. I read up on my terrace on the weekend mornings. It’s so pleasant, but I have to stay in the shade. It’s hot, even in the morning. Mike and Aidan got home from their Week Without Walls in Bali and Chiang Rai. They both had great times. I blogged about them and my Girls’ Week with Brenna.