Mornings

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. 

-Zenwind. 

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