Wednesday, March 10, 2010


The waterfall next to the bridge thunders from the overflow of the morning's thunderstorm, heard but not seen from my windowless classroom. The sun is bright now, blue sky a backdrop to still grey clouds. If I close my eyes, this could be the jungle of my childhood, just a little colder. But the ground beneath me is concrete and pebbles, and I am surrounded by buildings and people, rushing to classes. Even the waterfall is man made.

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