Early mornings in Colombo are divine; the temperature and humidity are comfortably low. The wind rustling through the palm trees outside my window seems to whisper, “Rise and shine”, and I am inclined to obey…
At precisely 5:30, unseen exotic birds begin an impromptu jugalbandi while the crows, buffeted by the breeze, fly an erratic path – like revelers after a night of indulgence. High above, more than a dozen geese drift across the lightening skies in perfect V-formation; 'unflappable' is the word that comes to mind..!
"God's in his Heaven –
All's right with the world!”
Tiring of their exertions, the crows begin their raucous cacophony, ending the jugalbandi as effectively as the moral police breaking up a rock concert.
Another day has dawned… Day 424...
At precisely 5:30, unseen exotic birds begin an impromptu jugalbandi while the crows, buffeted by the breeze, fly an erratic path – like revelers after a night of indulgence. High above, more than a dozen geese drift across the lightening skies in perfect V-formation; 'unflappable' is the word that comes to mind..!
"God's in his Heaven –
All's right with the world!”
Tiring of their exertions, the crows begin their raucous cacophony, ending the jugalbandi as effectively as the moral police breaking up a rock concert.
Another day has dawned… Day 424...
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