Las Alpujarras moment

Lime washed walls and pink bougainvillea entwine, as peach sunrises kiss cobalt dawns... an ensalada mixte mind, wandering... ensconced in the daily torrid blaze.... the crickets creak and crackle - an eerie sound reverberating in the mountains.
The Alpujarras held a certain unreality, a kind of displaced detachment, a smattering of scattered adobes stuck into the mountain.... violet shades of rock and rustic dawns.... blue flowers smiling for a while.... then puckered dry by noon.