i find that i open my eyes just in time to watch the blades of the fan slow to a stop.

so since i was the first one up today, i grabbed my ipod, sudoku and journal and came up to the terrace. set my ipod to the national, stretched out on a mat and watched the sky wake up.

the morning expanse is unbroken by anything other than the mountaintops and tips of coconut trees. the clouds are painted in broad strokes across the sky.

as the sun rises, murders of crows fly low overheard looking for the inevitable small deaths that occurred overnight for breakfast.