This time of year, the sun comes up later and later. Likewise, the skies are often dull and gray. I find it difficult to pry myself from my warm bed.
And yet, while in Varanasi, we got out bed at 4:30 am to be floating on the river to greet the day. Mornings were so colorful and alive. Consequently, I find a bit of me is mourning the mornings here. Still, I am appreciative of all that I have and glad for the many comforts of home.