A Moment of Contrasts

Grey enshrouds my seaside pueblo of Yelapa. Nikki and I observe the ritual of morning playtime followed by my consumption of two cups of rich Mexican coffee. A barely audible tap-tap-tap joins us and signals the onset of gentle rain.  We exchange curious glances. She returns to her sprawl across the tile floor and I to my cup.

A trek to the window confirms the totality of a gray bay, surrounded by gray mountains topped by gray clouds. All in contrast to typically rich beige sands licked by emerald waters, framed by a dozen shades of jungle green.

The off-centered morning is doubly punctuated by the fact that my best friend, creative partner and wife, Diana, is absent having departed yesterday afternoon. The succeeding forty-eighty hours always invite shared looks of "What's missing in this picture?" between Nikki and me. Previous posts addressed this near annual phenomenon.

A shuffle in the giant avocado tree reveals a clutch of cacique birds. They are the most beautiful of birds to call Yelapa home. Roughly a foot in length, they sport jet-black bodies accented by banana yellow striping. A black crest tops their elegant presence. I watch.

It is a moment of contrasts, blandness to beauty. I, like any other writer, approach my laptop and create.

(The following is lifted from a recent Face Book post.)

"Those of faith, and those of not, find this time of year an opportunity to take stock. Outwardly our political world is fraught with fear and frenzy, yet these are political issues. Through the entry way of any living space on the this planet you will find real people in search of meaning to their lives, safety for their families, and an improved future for all. It is a shared core. Just a thought."

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My next posting will include the annual Memo Awards. Competition this year was fierce. Be sure to check back.

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