La Isla del Encanto

I can tell it feels like winter outside today because I caught myself singing Christmas carols on my walk to the post office.

Specifically, O Come, All Ye Faithful kept trumpeting through my mind, over and over again, on a loop.

And while I rather enjoyed my walk, with its stiff smell of hibernation, it also made me remember the deep pleasure of being in Puerto Rico last month, serenaded to sleep each night by a faithful choir of coquí, singing glory to their maker.

Like tree angels, those warm hearted amphibians croon, so joyful, so triumphant, and so full of adoration.