Liquor is quicker
-Ogden Nash

I love the morning: in morning drizzle or sunlight, I will go for a walk under the shade of the trees, or sit for three minutes with closed eyes before an open window. There is the trace of perfume from the night-blooming kemuning flowers and the smell of the crushed leaves in the muddy grass. There is the raucous sound of birds-yes, they are raucous in the morning. And the sound of geckos, those deep patient croaks, o