Mother nature, the ultimate creator, love or hate her; she is amazing

We are in the middle of the rainy season, or perhaps that is an excuse. I live in the mountains; we have a microclimate unlike the rest of the valley.

Morning clouds over the mountain out my kitchen window.

My boyfriend tells me that Colombia does not have seasons and refuses to accept that the rainy season is a thing. He says it’s always the same, rain sun, rain sun, that does not entail a season.

So we are in the middle of the rainy part of the day, also known as morning. I sit on the couch with my two co-workers; they are beneficial; one enjoys biting my feet and hands as I try to type, and the other has to snuggle as close to me as possible; at least her head is not resting on the keyboard, it is still early.

My co-workers, tired from a long morning of biting my feet and demanding pets. Eris y Gaia

She has not had her coffee yet and is still a bit dozy. As I look out the kitchen window, I see clouds slowly working their way around the mountain, with nowhere to go but up when the time allows.

The front windows are similar; the dark clouds are seen in all directions no sign of the morning rains lifting. Yet they will; they will…