Watching sunrise: Lake Kutubu experience

This is a piece I wrote back in 2010.
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It was early dawn, just the kind of time dreams are ending and beds are sweeter. Something nudged me; once, twice, then more than twice. And I stepped out of the comfort of my bed; and once outside, I felt hard cold hastily creeping into my body as if to drain out all warmth. It was an unpleasantly cold mountain morning, not unusual in this part of Papua New Guinea (PNG) highlands.

There were still isolated patches of hovering grays; however the eastern skyline which meets this part of the earth in the east on a rather long and continuous wall of mountain ranges gradually came into view, exposing a dim fine line across; below which the dark wall of mountain ranges seem darkly evil.

I was on a rig, drilling on a ridge surrounded by taller rugged ridges. The highest point is to the north and is constantly covered by clouds. The frequency and timing at which it rains has been unchanged that it has become quite easy to predict accurately when it will rain next.

Rivers from the north flow south and empty their waters into the second largest lake in PNG called Lake Kutubu: a lake which has been under protection by PNG government laws due to its unique ecosystem.

The south opens up and presents a majestic view of Lake Kutubu where ever green forest that cloth the rugged terrains descends to the lake and opens up with a motherly-like curled arms and cuddles it protectively. This setting easily generates a mythical feeling and imparts an image the mind cannot easily forget. One could not but stare in awe at what nature in its pure self displays.

Incidentally, this part of the world is amongst the last wild frontiers that have caught world attention as recently as 2009 when a BBC crew filmed a scientific expedition into a nearby volcanic crater where new species of frogs, a giant rat the size of a house cat, birds and bats were discovered.

Though everywhere there were still clouds rising up lazily from the clutches of the dark, the east and especially the horizon had cleared up reasonably well. With my face already struggling to keep the cold out, I walked towards a clear spot where the view to the east is unblocked except for a little tree which stood directly in my eye line. There I would wait and watch the slow rise of the morning sun; a phenomena with promises of colourful displays of its unceasing glory and majesty.

I have watched sunrises before and some were spellbinding. Even sunsets were colourful however every place has its own unique setting that adds to the beauty of sunrise or sunset.

From stories I heard, sunrises here are quite beautifully spectacular; this is what I wanted to observe and experience whatever emotions it may generate in my soul.

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I love reading and writing poetry!

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