Above all, if we wake up every day of the week there are a couple of sexagenarians, my partner and I, with the sun shining to the happiness in our souls, to observe the blues in the sky, in our home in front of our indomitable and fascinating city Maracaibo, next to a cup of coffee and in white coats that seems to me always so distinguished and chic. It's like staying in a hotel, right?
It is with these sunrises that I get inspired and with my narrative I tell them about my daily life.
This sunrise, it was my husband who first appeared in the kitchen to grind coffee, because that's the way we like it, with the aroma of grinding permeating the impreaminated lake air of marine life that sneaks through the open window of our lake in Maracaibo.
J. R, my husband, he was the one who served our coffee with love, and carefully accompanied by a low sugar carrot cake and some fruits of our tropico, awwww, and we settled down to watch the movie that takes place daily through our panoramic window on the balcony of our home.
We saw the concierge arrive on his bicycle a 73-year-old man who has been working for this condominium for 30 years, we call him "Uncle", with extraordinary physical and mental conditions.
We are also witnesses from our window and coffee in hand, how Doña Carmen the owner and garden lady of the condominium where I live, the one who solves everything, is the one who decides what is planted and what is removed, she waters, prunesand arranges the garden, she is a very generous woman with a wide smile and talented hands to make the garden look wild, wild and happy.
She has made a fragment of tropical forest in the middle of my city.
I love these gloomy mornings where my partner is my husband, who next to my coffee activates my neurons to tell stories, to understand that alone we are nothing, this is what I call living well... while "this instant" it.allow. Soon my husband will be undergoing open heart surgery (topic for another post).
For now...
When I look at my coffee cup, I think I remember the origin and history of each of the hundreds and hundreds of objects that live under my roof, what they are in use, those that adorn, those that symbolize, those that bring to the present "memories", the objects that remain at rest "saved" for later use, those that are in no man's land, those that keep their composure and those that still remain battered, those that are museum objects, those that are witnesses of the passage of time...
I give thanks to our coffee, to the smell of the coffee, to the noise of the bubbling when it has already risen in the coffee maker and is ready to taste it after the natural roast, very soft, very hot, without sugar, for activating our brain, in Maracaibo, and in any landscape where we touch sunrise, whenever possible with my husband by my side.
Janitze 🌹
Any images in this post are taken with my iPhone 12, the Infinix pro-note 30 or with the camera Rolleiflex 2.8 f, and edited with Canva
Separator made with Canva by @janitzearratia
Translation with |DeepL