Buenos Dias

About a week or so ago... It´s now about 7:30 am. I woke up at 6 with a stomach ache which turned into diahreea at about 6:30 and nearly vomiting soon there after. This was the second time I have woken up with an aching stomach in the past week. The first time I didn´t have diahreea and I was able to get back to sleep, but not this morning. I decided to look for relief outside. I pulled my favorite chair outside and inbetween doubled over cringes I watched the nights stars slowly fade away into the commuing blue morning sky. A steady tropical breeze was asserting its´ presence, chilling my skin from the nausish sweat that had made its way to the top. One star in particular stayed longer then the others, disappearing and reappearing from behind the light whispy clouds that were beginning to catch the morning color of the suns rays. they would rotate through all shades of yellow, orange, and red before returning to the standard clowd white and slowly pass over me, continuing to move with the breeze. Moving on for the next person to enjoy. Or maybe no one was woken up by an aching stomach. Or they were awake, only looking forward into their day rather then pondering up into it. But this morning was probably not that unlike the morning before or the morning before that, only noticed and appreciated. And without getting up so early I wouldn´t have recognized Don Gallo´s current attempt at Doña Gallina as the 100th or so in a very frusterating morning for the Don. I watch as Doña G, looking like the full brested Mona Lisa she is, teasingly does a quick side step, hop, and a twist to avoid Don G and all the maleness of this morning rooster. But instead of skirtting off and being done with Don G´s relentless pursuit, the Doña continues pecking ohh so flirtatiously at imaginary crumbs while juking her way out of every trap Don G manuvers her into. Getting bored with the endless pursuit I turn my eyes and thoughts to the sun which has continued to rise oblivious to the drama unfolding at my feet.