Sunrise pushes up behind the big blue mountains pulling us up with it into the cool high desert air. Hummingbirds zip around squabbling and fussing – much ado about keeping each other away from the feeder …… and then finally bellying up to the bar to guzzle sweet nectar side by side after some peace treaty has been reached.
Morning bike ride downhill weeeeeee! Meeting Burquenos blearily getting their morning steps in or early birds walking with a bounce in their step and happy happy dogs with tails wagging leading the way. COVID morning greetings range from a “Mornin”, a wave, downcast averted eyes, and judgmental frowns to backs turned as you pass…. Ah well. Everyone doing their best to make it through.
A rock garden of hope messages along the path – maybe since our mouths are masked we share our words of encouragements on rocks. The positive finding its way out.
Pandora on shuffle in my ears with Dave Brubek’s clarinet winding around the thoughts in my head, then Jack Johnson and Latin Jazz. A road runner swishes his tail to the Latin beat as another looks on with a cocked head….. SAMBA!
Golden mesas in the distance basking in the morning sun with hot air balloons dotting the sky.
Smell fresh cut grass as I cruise past the golf course with the sound of mask muffled chit chat and thwack of a good hit.
Uphill now because what goes down must come go up– ugh- huff puff huff puff – Zak Brown’s banjo in my ear and the mountain, our beautiful blue mountain, always pulls me home.
A morning, a moment – with me and My Vista Encantada.
I love it here.