Morning TimeBy Ellie Ezzell(Written the morning of October 16, 2007)

“Right now I am sitting outside in the cold air on the balcony of the Berber home we are staying at. I have no idea what time it is. I just know that I woke up with the sun shining in and the urge to pee. Everyone else is still asleep. A rooster is crowing. Repeatedly. And I have placed my bum on the bright geometric patterns of a handmade wool Berber carpet. The cold air feels good.

I was hot in my sleeping bag.

I am alone with myself and

Marvel

at the

High Atlas Moroccan Morning.

Peace. Salaam. And Good Morning.”