Chapter 30.
The hammock can be a peaceful place and lull you into an almost trance like calmness. Unless the local wildlife, sensed a threat to they were happy to chatter among themselves and ignore your intrusion. As I continued down the path, I identified the different songs of a mockingbird as he followed me, and the rustling of the many lizards that scurried in the undergrowth. I was aware of larger animals wandering in the area, but they kept their distance. I watched the flight of two butterflies and they settled momentarily on a bright hibiscus flower before moving on to the next patch of flowers, small delicate ground orchids.
I caught the scent of old citrus that had gone wild from years of not being harvested. The humidity had a way of holding the scents close to the ground, an
