
I’m standing outside waiting for the sun and moon to trade places. The morning sky fades flawlessly from that beautiful midnight blue, down to the reddish orange color of the eastern horizon. I see the lights of aircraft twinkling in the distance. The moon is a sharp crescent pointing directly at the place that I expect to see the sun appear, as if it is bowing in preparation. It’s the first sunrise that I will see, on this side of the world. There’s a nice breeze, and it’s actually cool outside, for the moment. There are only a few birds chirping, as the cricket orchestra begins to prepare for their grand finale. As I gaze over sandbags that cover the bunker a few yards in front of me, more birds begin to join the symphony, cheering the sun on. A handful bats just passed by playfully rushing home to rest after a night of feasting.
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