it’s early in the morning and I’m awake.
birds are chirping and that rooster is making his morning call. I wonder if mount kili is making her appearance but as I peak through my mosquito net the cloudiness and overcast skies quickly answer my question.
kids are arriving at the nearby village school. their playground is basically right next to my bedroom window. they’re running into class, their feet slamming into the hard dried up ground after last nights thunderstorm.
they start singing:
they get louder
their enthusiasm is electric
moshi was magical