For the first time the weeks leading up to Christmas I had no expectations or attachment to the coming date. So on the 25th it didn’t seem to hold any particular interest or significance.
Strangely it was this tiny gecko that reminded me it was Christmas as I stopped by the apartment after breakfast.
So in honour of the beautiful Christmas days I have enjoyed in the past, I listened to a few songs from B.B. King’s Christmas album.
The past few weeks I’ve been starting my days with yoga and copious amounts of pineapple. The fruit vendor is well acquainted with my selection techniques. They are extensive but effective. A consequence of one too many disappointing instances involving bug ridden fruit.
As I was doing my sun salutations one morning I noticed this little fella inching along.