The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal rain. The music, in a simple whistle, recreated a new universe with the parish and all the hearts that were witness to it- padre, pigeons, swallows, the world! - were clothed in a new carnivalesque colouring: a celebration from within. Ondjaki
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The author of the quote makes clear that the morning is like a mixture of different times. The morning begins with the presence of birds and ends with their absence at dusk. The morning brings with it the hope of spring, but ends with autumn. The music brings us all together to celebrate life.

Source: The Whistler

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