5am Istanbul

I can never quite get use to the call to prayer. Its so beautiful, blasted out across Istanbul 5 times a day. Each Mosque that dots this city is beautiful, its mineratte covered in speakers coming out of the small center of tranquility with in the city. When ever i hear it i take the moment to hear it, as right now coming through my morning widow, in stereo all at the same time ever day, like clock work.