A Crossing, Luang Prabang, Laos, 2012.
My photo, taken while enjoying all the time in the world to watch what other people are up to on this Earth and most likely after eating delicious street food. Best times.
The light always wakes me. I usually ignore it, choosing rather to fall back into the dark deepness of sleep. And I usually regret the decision made in the initial haze of the day. The unfortunate outcome is, later, the heat and the painful fog of over-sleeping are what get me to rise, along with an obligation to get up and make a feeble attempt at doing something with the day, or otherwise submit to the failure already half-begun.
However, this morning I let the light conquer dark, conquer heat, conquer sleep, and conquer later obligation. Perhaps it is because of their rarity to my eyes, but I actually prefer sunrises to sunsets. Instead of bidding farewell to the sun as it lowers itself into the horizon, we say “Good morning” to the Earth, which it is now illuminating. The Earth responds by blushing pink in her puffy cloud-cheeks. The birds are awakened, like me, but they’re moved to singing by this daily entrance. I doubt my neighbors would be as charmed if I had the same response.
Here, at this particularly special time, at least to my eyes, the waters in the bay are especially calm. The ripples from passing fishing boats are consistent, uninterrupted by tourist snorkelers or floating pot-belly-up expats. The one ship sitting center in the distance just turned off its green-hued lights that shine toward shore at night. Perhaps just now it is officially morning. Although I tend to rely more on the rooster’s crow I heard earlier and am hearing now with more frequency.
What does one do at this hour? I’m three-quarters tempted to crawl back into bed with this sense of accomplishment I’ve so early achieved today.
The crickets are still chirping, as they always do in the between times. I am inclined to create and align a routine with theirs, at dawn and dusk, to write when I am taken by romantic transitions.
Writer’s Note: Two nights ago, I realized I’ve lost the ability to hear the frequency of a cricket’s chirp in my right ear. I haven’t determined whether this simply gives me a more peaceful sleep when I rest on my left side or if the fact that I’ve lost some of my hearing is outright disorienting and upsetting. What else am I not able to hear?
These ladies were kind enough to let me take their photo while we aimlessly wandered Fort Kochin. There was a large truck full of bags of either rice or concrete mix blocking the small roadway, so while we waited out the jam, we ducked into a small residential area. There are little joys waiting around every unfamiliar corner in this land.
It only takes 27 seconds to cheer me up. This is one of my favorite moments from the past six months. Miss these fun guys.