For days I have wakened to the sound of down pouring rain, bad news for my exercise routine. My meditative walk has been out of the question, and as a result I have been missing its therapeutic calming effect. But today the sun has come back to cheer the world and me.
A beautiful panorama of ocean and sky greets my eyes. I see a fisherman, an older man, fishing in the traditional way with a net he throws. It is quite beautiful to watch; the movements are like a ballet.
The sky is overcast and the huge waves I see in the distance will come crashing onto the beach. A couple of motorcycle taxis pass me and the drivers are wearing their hooded sweatshirts; they feel cold. Having lived here for such a long time I feel the cold too.