The sky is still a grey blanket, and the moon is just about going home.
The sun has yet to arrive.
Through my open door, I still hear the crickets, and an occasional rooster or peacock, announcing to the world the approach of a new day.
I sit outside in the fresh air, my companion, a pen, a diary and a cup of tea. It is that time of the day when the hustle is yet to start, the roads are still empty and the world probably half asleep. The nightingale across the street, announces the beginning of a new day.
The air is slightly cooler now, as we slowly shift into autumn. The trees here are still green, the leaves still intact. I spot a few morning walkers, reminding me that I need to be one of them soon. But for now the quickly cooling tea beckons to me, as does the start of a new day
I hear the dogs now, barking with glee. They have been let out for a morning walk. The little kids across from me are out in the open, following their mothers around. The delivery of daily milk and eggs and bread has started already. It’s still not light enough, yet the routines are underway, for a new day.
The birds have finally woken up, the clouds parting a bit. It’s time for the sun to finally get up and do its thing. The sky slowly turns blue, and the edges from where the sun makes its path, are now pink and orange and red even.
The sun tries hard to peak from behind the clouds. But the clouds decide otherwise today. But the sun does not listen to anyone now, does it – much like me. It has to shine and so it shall.
With a burst of colour and with rays of gold, it pushes its way past the clouds, triumphant in its glow. And vain even, as it slowly does away with the moon. The skies turn golden and orange all around, the dew on the plants glistening like pearls.
The birds welcome their king with a renewed chatter and the plants sway in the slight breeze. The sun is taking over and there is light everywhere. The small darkness in my gaze lifts as well and my spirits begin to soar.
Like the sun, I am resilient and shall rise each day. The clouds don’t bother me anymore, their shadow just a reminder.
As I start my day, and I finish my tea, there are a thousand things that come to mind. A lot to do and a lot to complete.
Then the sun whispers to me,” relax sweetheart, I am around for a long long time. Don’t rush with things- you shall have a new day everyday for the rest of your life!”
Live each day like never before.
Sing a little, dance a little, smile a lot and let bygones be done away.
Take it in.
Soak in it.
It’s the start of a new Day.
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