Waking up early in a foreign country always gives me such joy. The unfamiliar sounds of nature preparing for the day, the unexpected noises flooding the morning sky. This morning, I found it difficult to sleep in as I listened to the pater of small feet crossing my tin roof. Animals gathering food for the day, before the blazing sun makes work impossible. In the distance, the sounds of monkeys waking up the neighborhood and dogs declaring their territory. Large and soft calls from a myriad of animals announcing their presence in this great world, a noisy and gentle reminder that there is room for all of us. There is room for all of us, right? Daring to look futureward, I do believe there is room enough in this world for the young and aged, the old and new, two legged, four legged, feathers, and fins. Yet, I wonder: will this continue, and if so, for how long?