I was in Cuba last week, in bed one morning, sticky, hot, and wet from the humidity that christened my room via the faulty air conditioner. I got up, grabbed my camera, and walked the 1/4 mile to the water.
“Sunrise over Cuba?” It wasn’t on my bucket list but why couldn’t I add it, right now, and check it off at the same time? An instant coffee strategy of must-do list making.
I sat on a low cement wall, my feet dangling over the edge, and waited for the silent and reliable rebirth of the day to arrive. The sky unrolled from pale grey to baby lip pink to sultry orange. From innocuous to innocent to incandescent in just a quarter of an hour.
What a show!
Sunrise over Cuba? Check!