They started crowing shortly after the sea waves had helped us fall asleep. They were still crowing at 2 and 4 am and at 5.30 I’ve had enough. It was still slightly dark outside, I sneaked out from our beach hut and sat on the small terrace in front of it, facing the pool and the blue lagoon. Wooden boats rocked softly on the waves.
Thefleetingday – Morning in Ceningan
