Mornings on the West End

You wake up and take a step outside onto your balcony porch

The air is warm but not humid

The sun beats on your face but not in a way that is oppressive

You look out to see people walking about

Families walking by carrying groceries 

Kids stop by the playground and run to the jungle gym

Mothers call out to them in Spanish to come back to their side

You sip on your instant coffee which tastes kinda burnt

But you don’t care because you are just happy to be where you are

You gaze out at the sky, it’s bright blue and the clouds are so white and puffy 

They look like you could take nestle into one and doze off

You soak in the sights as you gather your thoughts on paper

Lauren Diagle’s “Peace Be Still” playing in your ear

The palm leaves on the trees across from you, sway with a gentle breeze

You leave your flat and decide to go for a walk

You don’t need your phone to tell you were to go

You know your way around

There aren’t many people up except the locals and a few dog walkers and joggers

You turn the corner and see a sight so familiar 

Yet it looks so different from hours ago

The clubs that you are used to passing by with music pulsing and full of life are quiet 

The windows are darkened the lights dimmed

The KFC typically packed with holiday makers is empty 

You keep on walking down the cobblestone street

Til’ you come to the fountain

Oh the many conversations you’ve had by that fountain

The tears you’ve seen

The stories you’ve heard

To some it may just be a pretty structure to look at but to you it is so much more

Some of your most eye opening experiences have been by that fountain

Your deepest conversations

Your most joyful moments

You keep walking straight then make a right 

And as you walk, the streets begin to come to life 

The holiday makers are up for their late morning brunches

The quiet and calm of the streets is replaced with quiet chatter and chill house music

And it's just another morning in San An on the West End