The Color Orange

I went up on the roof of our hotel yesterday afternoon. It was 5pm and a group of men were praying on the sidewalk. They were led by a skinny man in a blue boubou and white turban. He did the shrill calls, stood, knelt, bowed, knelt, bowed, stood, etc. I watched them for several minutes, marveling at the tremendous privilege of being there, even merely as an observer. I can't wait until I'm actually participating in the community!