Mornings in the Ghats are an exercise in pastel. The rising light smooths the landscape monochrome and silhouettes the hills in cardboard cutouts that feel as fragile as the silence enveloping us and the stars vanishing quickly over the horizon.
Every lightening gradation of color fills the air with a new possibility, but right now the sky is the color of heartache.
somewhere up a tree 
Beautiful shades of the rainbow before the sun rises!
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Thank you! Indeed.
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