Although I dislike getting up for mornings, I do like being out in them. My ideal morning is early, in a hot country, preferably with lots of activity to watch in slow motion while holding a hot drink. I don’t even mind the annoying nights beforehand, sweating and swatting away mosquitoes, by the time morning rolls around because the calm that cool morning air brings on invades the mind to the point that all else falls away. You know that it is soon to be unbearably hot, but right now it’s easier to watch people lighting incense and the cool breeze blowing the smoke into shapes that last a millisecond each.
Milky light is what photographers call it. Everything softened. Even hands seem to be efficient yet somehow graceful and leisurely. It’s as if the thick light can lessen movement without slowing it down. But once the sun hits a particular angle, it is time to go out, start the day, and forget. The magic is over until tomorrow when you see it all again as if you’d never experienced it before.