the call of dove, the dart and dash of orioles in the palms, a flotilla of small grebes ..

sea like a mirror – so still – and the gentle roll of water on beach stones ..

high cirrus clouds striate the blue and an odd fog bank floats between the beach and the island ..

shimmering yellow green palm fronds in the early light .. radiant red flowers on hummingbird bush ..

somewhere, children hunt colored eggs and play with soft rabbits .. somewhere, church goers bow their heads .. to a portion of the world, this is Easter …….  el Pascua ….