4a.m. Maui, HI
Somehow I've found myself fully entrenched in one of the loudest singing contests I've ever heard. Each star straining their vocal cords to their highest limits of their pitch trying to outdo the next. Their lyrics are screechy, and somewhat unintelligible, but I think they're trying their best to tell the island "Wake up and make me some breakfast!!"
No sun yet, the trade-winds are rattling through the area, and beyond this crazy-loud mob just steps from my door, there's no other sign of life.... does this mean I'm making breakfast?
1 comment:
Get out the Bisquick - and the maple syrup - where are the hens so you can fry up a couple of eggs?
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