I
am still enjoying the mornings waiting for the monk on the corner with
Mother-in-law. The waning Moon phases
track the week, and Venus is sinking closer to the Sun each day.
I
am reminded of my childhood on the farm when I hear roosters crowing and smell
chickens across the soi, and the rosy pre-dawn skies and easy breezes are like
a summer morning.
On
weekdays, the corner is busy, with vendors selling food and folks walking to
work at the electric company. But on
weekends it is deserted and quiet, and the security guards next door play some
recorded Thai traditional music that I really like: one stringed instrument with some kind of
drum.
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