Morning bytes

On usual days, there is a long hiatus between the moment I open my eyes to the one I actually rise from my bed; as a matter of fact I need to go through numerous alarm snoozes and self persuasions before I could get up. In winters, it only becomes more daunting to get out of the warmth of your nestled couch and snuggled quilts.

However this day was different. I was woken up by the shrill cadence of the birds twittering in my backyard. There was some magic in the air that pulled me to come out of my bed. I took a deep breath and came out of the quilt, not even waiting to glance at the watch. I got up to find the soft morning light peering through the window blinds at the far end of the room. As I took my way to the window, I could feel the chill of the morning breeze running down my spine.

Night dew still clung to the grass and the sight was beautiful. I felt as if countless prisms have been placed on the grass, or if a sheet of silver strewn on the ground . I saw the lemon tree housing hundreds of those frantic birds, standing with the gentle waft playing on its leaves. The soil was a little dampened and exuded a celestial scent that filled the whole moment.

I looked up at the sky to find long hoards of white woolly clouds sailing across. The sight drew me back and I smiled as I recounted the evenings when we all cousins used to sit together gaping at the enormity of the space, munching the orange toffees and naming the shapes of the clouds-sometimes a house, sometimes a dragon.

Coming out of my musings, I wondered as I looked at the little red sun at the far crest, that how in a couple of hours it will rise and become the strident yellow ball inspiring awe in every creature. The red ball hung against a faint orange sky and I was lucky enough to catch the glimpse of the silhouette of a bird couple flying at the horizon across the painted background.

Not wanting to turn my gaze away from the magical sight, I glared at the watch through the side of my eyes. Both the needles were huddled together at the bottom – it was 6.30.

I was feeling a buoyant spirit inside me as I moved away from the window preparing myself to get started with the daily preoccupations. Although I hadn’t even brushed till then, yet I felt myself soothed, infact my inner soul rejuvenated. I had a smile stretching across my face and all my worries had vanished.
Just a brief connection with nature had ushered in a new zeal and peace; there was something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature and the magical rendezvous that I had, filled me with the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.