The sharp pangs of technology have not beckoned my morning arrival in over two weeks. My alarm clock here is a choral performance of the rainforest. Its soft at first, like the setting on your cell phone that offers an “ascending” ring tone. One male Oropendula offers a full belly announcement, awakening the choral voices of the screaming pihas intertwining their sounds with the pitter-patters of last night’s shower dripping off the multitude of leaves. The monkeys awake, finally, offering their faint whistles only to the most keen of listeners.
I will miss you, Amazon, and all the various ways you engaged my five senses. I have attempted to give much, take little from you, and have gained an incomparable appreciation for the Lungs of the Planet along the way.
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