This morning I woke just before the sun rose. As I looked outside I could see the mist rising out of the jungles, through the high canopy. The leaves glistening and dripping with morning dew.
The sound of the birds rising in a crescendo as the sun appeared over the invisible horizon.
I half closed my eyes, ignoring the sudden increase in heat from the risen sun, and just for a moment, just one sweet moment, I was home on a cold and foggy November morning.
And then the heat from the sun and its retina burning bright light blasted me back into reality.
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