Smoke tunnels light, silhouetting trees, temple tops, and anything with height. In other parts, iridescent fog lingers on hundreds of sun kissed pagodas and palm trees. The curves and points of temples refract light into the eyes of birds and other 530-am-ers. Corn-rows carpet the gaps between temples and create a visual irony where the pagodas evoke nature and the vegetation man-kind. For once, Burma’s temperature is a bit chilly. But it isn’t difficult to find warmth in this morning.