On Dad's Hut Porch w/ Dad (Mtopos, Zimbabwe)
Very Early Morning
"Read the short story "Pigeon Feathers" by John Updike."
Dad walks to my hut and wakes me up at five-thirty, fifteen minutes
prior to the scheduled first light of this Saturday. We walk back down
to what is known as the Honeymoon Hut where Dad is staying.
Five-thirty turns to six. A tiny light begins to break over the
mountain horizon and under the massive grey cloud covering, it is not
strong enough to fight the power hungry grey. It appears that we will
not be seeing our special sunrise today. Oh well, it is gorgeously
grey though. The wind starts to move past us and through us with more
violence and it seems as if a storm is coming up from South Africa.
It's cold today here in Africa. And still the birds and the bugs begin
to talk and play the morning.
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