Those big black birds called ravens have taken to flying low around here. They’ll sit on the roof and mutter loudly, which is unsettling.
And January mornings often dawn dim and gray. Toss the sound of a passing freight train into this mix, and you’ve set a certain stage for yourself if you stand on the upstairs terraza.
But there’s a contrast provided by blooming bougainvillea and golden datura, something you don’t normally see in January, but this year you do.
It’s invariably interesting to wake up in the morning.