It isn’t every morning that I get up early to walk the little Moppit, but when I do, I am always rewarded with stunning sunrises, a blissful calm, a symphony of bird calls rising to a cacophony on occasion, the occasional pod of dolphins just offshore, the blustery hustle of storm clouds moving into position, the egrets and herons vigilant in the shallows.
There is always something.
If I weren’t so lazy, I suppose, there would be even more.
This morning was filled with abundance as we hit our usual path at first strike of dawn. Moppit registered all the overnight scents from stray dogs, pets, iguanas, hermit crabs and humans that provide her with a map of the universe that I can only imagine. My own universe was filled with rain-drenched plants and massive gray cloud formations that promised more of the same.
I’ve said it often enough before, the sky to the east is a grand canvas providing ever-changing and inspired patterns of pure artistry for those who take the time to stop and look up. If you ever desire to major in cloud aesthetics, Ambergris Caye is the perfect laboratory for your doctoral research. In the grand scheme of things, little else changes as much on this island as the clouds. Oh, restaurants and bars and people and beach trash come and go but the basic aesthetic of the island seems little different from when we moved here four years ago.
So, clouds. That is the macro experience of our dawn-side walk.
Drilling down through the universe we come to the micro experience — the plants. The overnight rain left everything shiny and clean and dripping with crystalline pearls.
Considering that Hurricane Earl nearly wiped our vegetation clean off the property two years ago, this is nothing short of miraculous. With more than a little help from gardeners who have replanted, cultivated and tended to tender young sprouts that have exploded and flourished with this year’s abundance of rain. We’ve gone from devastated war zone to a rainbow jungle.
We cherish the rain right now — as much as it dismays visitors — because soon there will be no more for long stretches of time. Cisterns will begin to drain, parched plants will lose the current luster as sand and dust cake their leaves. This time of year, the rain sneaks in mostly under cover of darkness and, honestly, nothing calms the restless heart like the late-night lullaby of droplets on the patio tiles.
The grand morning canvas over the barrier reef
Even after a glorious overnight drenching, the clouds weren’t ready to give up with the rising sun. Usually, they grudgingly disperse and leave the day to the glorious blues and their fluffy gray and white siblings in the sky.
The morning clouds were saturated with rain and they were determined to unload it before moving on.
And finally, this image was taken just south of our home on a sprawling piece of property that grows busier by the day. Behind me, skydivers land in tandem while diners watch from a new restaurant and shoppers shop at the new produce stand. The barge brings in soil and gravel and a front-end loader and even a dump truck to haul them away. Pretty self-contained operation.
May your New Year be filled with lush flora, crazy beautiful clouds, sunshine, surprises, adventure, solitude when you need it most, and love! And thank you for following along in 2017.