I lifted the hood of my raincoat onto my head and dash out the door. I start down the steps and came to an abrupt stop. Surprising myself, as I slipped on the wet pavement. What beautiful..... #chaos
? The noises weren't loud, I didn't hear them in the cabin, but overwhelming in their density. The #dawn
chorus was underway with an explosion of energetic #birdsong
. A conglomeration of soloists, busily singing as loud and as often as they could, with no regard for the overall effect. The #jungle
was coming alive. And so would I, as soon as I got some coffee.
I slowed my steps and took in everything around me. The heavy, moist air. Towering trees stopping the light rain from hitting my covered head. "green" becoming a useless word in my vocabulary as I walk pass the diverse vegetation along the path. Admiring how much variation this color can have with the different tints and shades. Flowers having no problems attracting attention as they project their #unrivaled
colors against the background.
I found fresh #coffee
. An oil shined on top and I knew that I was in for a #treat
. I held the cup with both hands and took in the warm. Slowly inhaling the aroma, that forced my eyes to close. I held the cup near my heart and savored how a scent could make me come to life, just like the jungle that surrounded me.