Mornings in Ho Chi Minh

 This is the view of the window in my room at about 5 in the morning.  You can really see the thickness of the humidity here.

I slowly wake up to the sounds of the rooster’s morning chant and the occasional merchants that sing their breakfast menus like traditional Vietnamese operas. The hummings of motorbikes that whiz by provides a nice bass for the rhythmic sounds that echo down below in the alleyways. This is the nostalgia I was longing for. There’s something special about listening to the early buzz of the day that is about to unfold. You come to the realization that you will play a role in the whole orchestra and things will somehow connect beautifully.

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