There’s something about…

…waking up with dawn in a foreign place, after which you gaze out your window to the land below at the sea of thatched roofs, white mist hanging low with the soft sound of rain and occasional cars zooming by. Is this all a dream? No. You smile because you realize it’s not, but indeed, you are living a dream. As peace descends into the depths of your being, its roots stretching out far and wide, you drink your sweet milk tea, then proceed to build a haiku with words foreign to your tongue – beautiful, nostalgic words…yume…dream…ame…rain…now floating in the air like clouds in the sky…


Pic from Pinterest (Sam Pryor)


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