This year I have seen the sun rise in four different countries. Well, almost. In three of them I watched the darkness inch its way towards light: dawn in Berlin in January was grey and melancholy; London a month later was predictably overcast; at home in New York, though the city has enjoyed bright blue morning skies this winter, the skyscrapers make it hard to see a sunrise.
But this month in Sharjah, I had a soul-expanding view every morning….
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