Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
The bright light clattered into my room, an atomic sun dispersed by suspended water droplets in every direction, an all encompassing light wave that crashed over me and left me feeling as if I had spent the night drowning instead of sleeping.
My preference is to gradually wake to a warm light, an amber glow that gently crawls through the color spectrum before peaking at white carrying me from dreams to semi-consciousness before becoming fully aware that I am still alive. This light was cold, cruel, left me feeling like I was awakened by a kick to the teeth.
Such was my first (and second and third) morning waking up in my room at The Machan, a resort perched in a cloud forest just outside of Lonavala India, a place renowned for lush, green forest surroundings. I specifically came here during the…
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