It's a big world out there, and the sounds of our first day in the Lesser Antilles remind me just how different it is.
We awoke to a cacophony of roosters from every hillside heralding the arrival of a new day. Not just the occasional call, but an endless fermata that sang from five until noon.
The flowering tree out back is a mecca of hummingbirds and honey bees, each with their distinctive sound as they go about the business of provisioning their stores.
We enjoyed a stroll along a desolate stretch of sand, listening to the terns call in the wind and the waves lap the shore. There was the occasional scretch of a burrowing crab as it made its way to the safety of its hole.
And now i sit in the cottage looking eastward toward her majesty's dominion as the thunder echoes against the peaks and thru the passages that surround the harbor, and listen to the rain pelting the metal roof, replenishing the cistern. In the distance, a dove calls its mate. And a lizard rustles in the tree branches. Some twenty miles to the southeast the sky is clear and bright. Yes, it's a big and varied world out there. Hon once told me that variety is the spice of life. He was right.
