But It Is A Dry Heat

The mornings have always been my favorite time of the day. One of the things that I find that I crave more and more are moments of quiet solitude (yeah, good luck trying to find that on a military base). Dust, concrete barriers, sandbags - these are the things that we see everywhere. I am sure there is a haiku in this picture, somewhere...

Bunker in morning
Forever smells of dust
Patiently waiting