Saturday Morning

Keith went for a long bike ride early in the morning  (and like every morning) I got out of bed, I had breakfast and drove to my studio about a mile from town. The place was not particularly quiet, but filled with bird songs. My landlords are out of town and the place is completely alone. Suddenly, I realized that I was the only soul there. Just me…

The morning sun had not come out yet and the fog was slowly vanishing. The smell of wet forest reached me and childhood memories started to come to me like flash cards. It was the same smell that I sense when I’m in deep in the Yucatán Peninsula or somewhere in the Guatemala highlands.

And no voices, no cars, no weed whackers…

I called this a moment of blissful solitude…