19th March

My eyes opened silently at the whisper of the morning wind, the soft touch of the early rays and the nearby music of the church bells orchestra.. I felt a sense of awakening, a little different from the other days preceding nevertheless special I must mention... It was an awakening of different levels of which my heart and soul was unable to comprehend... A natural smile runs across effortlessly as I relish a few vivid memories of the evening before... For they have made this morning more special than it deserved to be...

14th March

The morning unfolds and with it the simple pleasures of life. The sun - he has woken up feeling renewed, radiating in the sky his legacy... shimmering with his brilliant rays and spreading his waves of hope and joy, all around the world but half.

A smile slowly blossoms as I feel his golden touch: a touch - gentle yet warm, soothingly warm. With the caress of the wind that softly whispers in my ears as it passes; the sun - he sends us all a message... exclaiming over the beauty of this earth... from where he stands so supreme. 

13th March

I had missed the sunrise but there I see the sun, as majestic as he is and gleaming through with his golden rays... As they strike the white innocent snow that lies on my path, they start to smile back to the rays of gold only to sacrifice themselves in a losing battle but even so in an accepting manner... A nice thought comes across me on how they are able to communicate and I look up to the blue sky you saw ...which is still up as i see... slowly regaining back its regime and spreading a wave of freshness and hope for the new start of the day... With this I hear myriad sounds of the morning spectrum... The horns of a car that just passed by, probably with a person not relishing the beauty of this morning, the Chirps of a few birds as they drink a little from the melted pools of snow, I walk further to see the bus stop bustling with a few people awaiting to start their days... I also walk by a small bakery which carries the aromas of fresh bread along the lane i walk.. The modesty and quiet tranquility of the sunrise is slowly transcending just as the sun keeps rising in the morning sky... He isn't too shy now and maybe his regret is hidden but I see him give a gentle smile as the colors of the day are starting to show ... More and more brightly...