It was 4:48am when I woke up in the twilight and looked silently through the window this morning. The dark shadow of the old jackfruit tree against the sky hazily. Raindrops beat out the rhythms on the tin roof. I lay there with a soft pillow beneath my head and my blanket was pulled up right to my neck. I could feel the cool air was blowing from my nose lightly and deeply. I like the placid mornings like that. By the way, observing the breaths is rather interesting and relaxing.