We had a light sprinkle this morning about 5:30. It was just enough to dampen the ground, and give us a brief respite from the daily hand to hand combat that we fight here with the fine dust that creeps in through solid block walls and covers everything with a fine, tan coating. Here in our sleepy little village rain is a miracle that awakens the town to the freshness that only this heaven sent cleansing can give. For a while everything was perfectly quiet.
I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good day to think brilliant thoughts and write them down.
5:45 AM The horizon has just turned the bright orange that signals the beginnings of a brand new day. The palm trees are moving lightly, promising a light breeze to go with temperatures in the high 70’s. The sea is still asleep laying flat and quietly across the expanse from the Baja to the mainland of Mexico. It’s the perfect time to drink the morning coffee and reflect on nothing and everything.
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This is a true story that happened a long time ago, when the Princess and I were a lot younger. Why this story flashed across my mind this morning will forever be shrouded in mystery. It’s odd and fascinating how our minds work, especially early in the morning, when the world is quiet, and the coffee smells so good. So, on with the story: