The Moment

A cold morning, the sun is still covered by a dewy veil. The little birdies perch on the balcony of my room.  They had just sung me a "Good Morning" song. How nice! Our different tongues aren’t a barrier of communication for me to understand them and they understand me. Their presence always starts my day with a smile. Without them, my morning isn't complete. I'd rather give up my morning tea but not these lovelies.

I watch the sun rising slowly from behind the blue mountain. It reveals itself  in a soft glow of orange. For awhile, it teases me by hiding for a minute or two behind the cottony clouds. I savour the moment and another smile on my lips.

Sunny Sun is playful today. One minute he flanks his brightest smile that puts a warm glow on my face.  The next minute, he disappears behind the early morning clouds. Well, after all it's still early in the morning and he isn't in any rush to do anything that will make him busy too soon. He still has a long day and I have mine, too.

Right now the stars are sleeping. I have always hoped that Sunny Sun will accompany me whole day long until it's time for him to retire  at the horizon. What I dread most is when out of the blue, it rains in midday. The sudden rain is likely to drench my heart badly. I could see signs of gloominess lurking at the far side of the horizon. I'm trying to shoo them away so that my good day isn't spoiled.

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Now, I'm sitting alone on the cliff by the beach. A breath-taking beauty is appeasing my eyes as far as I could see it.  Breathing in the cool evening air is like breathing the whole lot of unique creation which I could call paradise. And that alone is so fulfilling, at least for a heart that had been shattered and tattered. 

There, Sunny Sun is about to bid me adieu. This farewell is going to be very dramatic. The swaying palm leaves sing melodies so soothing I could never get enough of. Ripples from the sea gently hit the shore and ensure the soft sands are in their tender care. The sea birds sing to each other calling it a day. The crickets start their night melody.

Sunny Sun slowly disappears at the horizon leaving me with the breeze which gently caresses my face and whispers to me he will be back at some other days. As the last streak of light leaves the dim orange sky, there somewhere above me appears the first twinkle of the night.

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