Just Another Winter Morning

It was just another cold winter morning. I could feel the cold breeze on my skin.  It felt like my feet were freezing despite the 3 cozy blankets i was buried under. The breezes started getting stronger and colder. It sent shivers down my spine as I snuggled up  trying to feel warm. It was still cold and all that was left was for me to get up and shut the windows and close the blinds. I tried to get out of my cocoon of blankets, but it was harder than I thought it would be. I forced myself out, closed the windows and blinds and tried to go back to sleep. Not able to sleep anymore, I just lay there staring at the ceiling while there were so many thoughts racing through my mind at the same time. 

“The good ol’ days” I thought to myself as I started drifting off in time to the days when I was still in school. I remember not wanting to sleep, making the most out of all the time I was awake. I remember how much I loved music and the sound of nature. I remember drawing the sun in the corner of the paper. I remember how much I loved watching the sun set and the sunrise. I could feel a smile spreading on my face as I began to think of all of these. Those really were the good ol’ days. Just how happy it made me thinking of these! In that instant, I promised myself that I would never let this child vanish away into the busy world. 

I rolled over to the other side of the bed to get my phone. I turned it on to see it was still only 6.00! “Why not bring this child to life now?” I thought, as I happily got out of the bed. It didn't feel as hard this time. I put on a jacket and made my way out to the terrace. With each step I took, everything started feeling different. I could feel the air going in and out as I breathed. I could feel as if the silences were singing to make a sweet harmony. I could listen to a sparrow chirping on one side and another chirping back as if to reply. I could see the leaves rattling on the branches and the flowers gently swaying to the smooth winds which carried their essence. This is simply an everyday sight, but this beauty overwhelmed me. 


“This can’t get any better” i thought , just when the sky started lighting up in orange. The sun started peeking out a little, as if it was trying to hide. It slowly came out, little by little, while I sat there, taking in every detail of that moment. I stretched my hands out, made a rectangle with my fingers and acted as if I was taking a picture. “The sun really is in the corner of the paper!” I said, as I laughed, carried away in all the magic that this moment held. It indeed was a really beautiful start to my day.

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