There are occasional mornings here in rural Guanacaste when I awaken to find an insistent thing.
A thing that commands attention.
From time to time the sun conspires with new blooms. This morning they gathered their considerable forces to talk about the colour red as if red were the only colour worth discussing. As if it were the only colour at all.
Of course red is nothing without green.
I don’t remember having the time to hear them before. Now I do, and I thought I’d share.