Sunrise over the Pacific.
Sitting on the dock on the bay, well, close enough, he contemplates the events of the past 24 hours. The four amigos sitting in the cafe/bar across from their gate sipping wine and nibbling pizza hear every air traveler's dreaded announcement: the flight has been delayed due to low ceiling in Newark.
They were late into Newark, late into Panama city, and their luggage was still in the USA.
All of that seemed insignificant as he sat sipping fresh ground coffee, writing in his journal, and watching the sun rise over the ......... Pacific Ocean. That can't be right he thought. It must be the heat or the humidity, or both; 80 degrees and 80% humidity. Let's see he thought; Panama city is on the pacific side right? Yes, he thought, but .... maybe it's a reflection or an illusion. He decided to defer conclusions until he could confer with his amigo.
Fresh coffee on a picturesque balcony over looking the Bahia de Panama and watching the sunrise, east or west mattered little for the ambiance of the moment. To the left, across the bay is the skyscraper skyline of downtown Panama. Here in the Casco Viejo(Old City). He is witness to the stirring of day; the cacophony of birds welcoming the dawn, residents are sauntering the brick paved streets with their pets while feral cats reconnoiter the under brush for breakfast. Already, street vendors are setting up their "stalls" as it were along the sidewalks of this area that he soon realizes is a main byway for the tourist crowd that will begin passing by in a few hours.
Ah, looky there he thinks , watching a hat vendor display his Panama hats both male and female sorts. "I'll have to check his prices later," he thought, I'll need one of those sombreros to protect my bald pate.'
The tide is going out.
Across the alley workmen arrive to resume there restoration work on Reuben Blade's condo.
They don't set their clocks ahead here in Panama.
Ah. Good morning Leigh. Say, does the sun ever rise over the Pacific?