Sky is pitch dark when we arrive blind with exhaustion. A hot shower, alluring soft bedI’m in the dream world. Before dawn, air nips.Hot sips of coffee satisfy craving, warm my hands.Peaks and valley hundred shades of grey Whispering softly people fill the benches. A sheen of orange announces the sun,the gentle babble quiets. Radiance evaporates the mist,the greys take colors. Slowly peaks emerge, then the treetops above and the gorges below.A hush falls in the crowdwatching the sunrays paint in orange, gold, and glistening hues of viridian. Earth is being born. Inhalation. Exhalation. Inhalation. Exhalation. Inhalation. Exhalation.The newborn and I are one.I’m the earth. The Infant. The Immemorial.Imagine This repeating every morning! Sounds return in slow motion, chirping, cheering, chatting. Seated on the bench I’m back to myself. ...