Although the sun
doesn’t come up until 6:30am, the day starts long before that for most people
here. I hear the roosters crowing
around 4 or 5, and then the other animals nearby start, and it isn’t long
before I hear the voices of people in the road, walking to their jobs or to
school or to the market. About a block from our house is an orphanage – I hear
those children too, starting their chores outside, giggling and talking. This time of year, the air is cool in
the mornings, and it’s pleasant to be outside. It’s even “cold” to locals – our guard at our house wears a
full-length parka sometimes, when it’s the low 60s. =)
My first sight when
I wake up is the inside of my mosquito net, and thankfully I have only
forgotten once that it surrounds me and I sat up and got tangled. A window right next to my bed looks out
over our yard and vegetable garden, and in the distance is Mount Kilimanjaro. That is a sight I don’t think I’ll ever
tire of. It’s majestic and the lighting on it is always a bit different.
I'm not a morning person, but I am loving all the mornings here!
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