"The Hummingbird’s Choice"

Spring. Havana, Cuba. I sat in a white rocking chair on a green terrace. I wore a vibrant Mexican scarf wrapped around my head, which called the attention of a friend. He arrived with the sound of wings that fluttered in infinite halos around my towering hair. The hummingbird had just about licked my ear in effort to find nectar from such a large, rare flower. Bewildered by this strange complexion of petals, he paused in front of my face, raised a tiny eyebrow, and flew off... Curious how nature passes out its own compliments