Waking up

Another morning blip. This place must be inmaculated everyday. But on my way to the morning swim, the guy who clean the gardens is still doing his job. For some odd reason, I like the white shapes that surround every tree in here. And I like them before the cleaning thing, when the trees are still yawning and the Sun starts to colour them. Reminds me of some out-of-this-world landscape.

P.S.: I was about to take this blip with the cleaning guy on it, when he suddenly gave me that Spanish look of "don't you dare, foolish tourist...!". I gave him one of my most lovely morning similes in return... and run away!