One wakes with the sun and the local roosters in Costa Rica. Sunrise is generally cloud soaked with a band of orange and grows lighter. Morning here is filled with animals...this morning a family of monkeys. Seven of them. In the tree, then to the fence and back into the trees. They are attuned to their environment--all watching me watching them from the terrace. Two smaller ones flying at one another superman style...chasing, playing...took a different route through the trees. Their backs and flight available only for a few seconds now and again.
The birds in the morning are bright chested reds and yellows. Sitting outside while sippling coffee, one flew to a spot a few feet away. Looked at me with one eye--then the other--then off he went.
It's a pensive morning...my mother would have loved it here--surrounded by sounds of nature, the rainforest, animals passing by on their route to where ever, the ocean in the distance. She would have picked up painting again...she would have embraced the experience--and it might have given her the fuel she so needed--the wonder, the ability to see and soak it up--a sense of being "at home with oneself".
Grey and raining but it will clear eventually...the color outside appropriate--the brightness of intermittent moments (when the birds touchdown nearby) amplifying the sense that there is a certain peace in being able to sit and do nothing, of letting one's mind wander.