It's 4 am and I jump up wide awake. I guess my internal body clock is not on "Trini Time" as Trini time is anytime after the official time. Unable to fall asleep again, I get up and begin looking around the house for bit of stuff to do to keep me occupied till daylight. I find some things to keep me going and around 6 am, I hear the oldest alarm clock know to man (the rooster in the yard) going "cock-ah-doodle-dooooo".

Soon the forgotton sound of parrots screeching as they fly from one hillside over the house to the other hillside is heard. I step out to the gallery to have a look at them fly by. Somewhat softer and more melodic is the sound of other birds waking up and beckoning the mornng's sunrise with their singing.

It's funny how soothing and relaxing this can be when 90% of the year you live in a concrete jungle.