A good morning; Always described as warm and bright out, not a cloud in sight blocking the lovely sun as animals were out and about. Yet, You always thought differently. Variety is the spice of life, is it not?

“Good morning, hermoso.”

Laying in your cot as you watched the rain boom down on the earth outside your tent, Your lover, Javier stirred next to you. His arm wrapping around your torso as he brought his face over your shoulder, a drowsy smile playing upon his lips.