Last day in Morocco...
The color of the desert.
White Bougainvillea thick and draping over the walls.
Palms that reach to the sky and touch the blue blue heavens.
Hot days. Dry air.
Birds riding the thermals and up before the sun singing the most beautiful songs.
Bull frogs in the hotel pond at night croaking.
I will miss my mornings with the birds singing my wake up call.
The frogs saying it's time for bed.
But.. today is going to be 114 degrees. It is time to go.