In the town of La Fortuna I found color for my winter-weary eyes in the gardens and the streets.
A beautiful lake along the way. Oh, how I've longed for green. And blue.
Everywhere we went, beautiful, glowering Volcan Arenal looked down on us, with disdain or benevolence, none could tell.
I snapped photos out the bus window as we rolled along.
and the light went golden, all of a sudden, the way the evening falls near the Equator.