5:45 AM.  The sleeping bag didn’t want to let me get  out.  But sunrise called  for ambition.   A chance to take a pretty picture. I’m glad I did.

In northern Laos the Akha people we work with make some wonderful swings.  We did not get a chance to see them in action, but I can imagine the swinging.  I used to swing our kids, pushing them higher and higher, telling them they were going to the moon.

 

I don’t know exactly why, but the Akha village swing connected me to the memory of Robert Frost’s poem, Birches. 

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that.…..

 

Sunrise in Laos Mountains

Sunrise in Laos Mountains

The “lakes” of clouds in mountain valleys at sunrise are awesome.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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