sunrise and free time
thoughts travel beyond this day
peace in this moment
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hawker stalls prepare
durian scents the evening
afternoon storms cleanse
early morning flight
aisle seat next to a stranger
conversation starts
Frosty air made me fumble the match and it tumbled into the pile of broken twigs I had piled beneath my *billy. Only one match remained in the box. With some trepidation I withdrew it and dragged it along the striker. Orange flame danced at the end of the splinter of wood and I touched it to my tinder pile. Sparks rose quickly in the thermal draft. Anticipation grew as I added coffee. Aroma lifted my spirits and I knew today would be my day.
*a billy is an Australian term for a kettle or tin used for brewing coffee or tea over a campfire.
Poetry is my aeroplane 