Saturday cacophony

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Ida weighs in on this:

I think this reminds me of Neruda's poem "Ode to Spring", in which he refers to spring as a sort of crazy entity. 

But really, the same could be said of life in the tropics. Everything blooms and comes to life almost haphazardly. It's essentially....a riot.