Sunrise over Bangalore

The jet lag wakes me early each morning.

Today I sat and watched the sunrise.

Over the buildings, peaking through the windows.

The birds flit.

Few people meander in the streets below.

The lone tuk tuk passes.

The light from the sun slowly mixes with the clouds and paints a yellow orange haze.

The tree branches sway in the gentle breeze of the wind.

The city wakes.

Meanwhile back home, people are settling in for the evening.

Batteries needing a recharge.

Eating their dinners, watching their shows, readying themselves for bed.

We are time zones apart, a day ahead, yet no matter the time, we are exactly the same.