Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge. ~Lord Byron
I was up before the sun today. More accurately, I was awake most of the night capturing only a few hours sleep here and there before finally giving up on sleeping any more this night. Sometimes, one just can’t win the battle of jet lag. I took my customary place on my 4th floor balcony which overlooks the courtyard of my society (apartment complex).
As I seated myself taking time to adjust my eyes to the predawn world, I was greeted by the trill of some unknown bird, a single bird voice, where I would have expected a choir, beckoning the sun to rise while I savored the aroma of a lone incense stick with smoke dancing off the orange tip, smoke that, at times, entered my nostrils during a long inhalation…
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