Dawn in India

In order to join my evening classes in America, I wake up at 5am here in Sonipat.

Dawns in India are amazing. The fog on the mud flats sits a few inches above the grass. It seems for a few minutes that there is promise of a cool breeze. And sparrows, hundreds and thousands of sparrows sing a bright tune to greet the day. The sun comes, but still has much work to do. There are a few people bicycling down the street. The guards for the houses all get dressed behind the slim trees and clearly wear swimsuits under their trousers (where could they possibly swim to on these plains?). Oh, and all the sweet, sweet babies are still sleeping.

Though later in the day, the power will go out and I will be cranky and hot, and my little girl will get fussy and I will be fussy, I feel grateful for the morning and the breeze and the sparrows and the bicycles and the swimsuits.