What the Morning Means to Me: A Simple Composition
I'm sure that different periods of time in a day talk differently to each one of us, some inspire us while others bore us to unproductivity. Here's a simple composition, an expression of what the morning means to me. The serenity of the morning captivates me when the Sun luminates the sky, erasing the darkness of the night. Its radiance brings an end to the night's terror. Taking a stroll under the Sun at dawn seizes the fear of the unknown that we typically associate with the night. The magnanimity with which the Sun radiates its light, acts as a ray of hope, a hope for a brighter day, and alleviates the uneasiness I (and we) bear, a result of previous bitter experiences. The perpetuity with which the Sun rises everyday, motivates me to rise to my daily responsibilities. After overly-exhaustive working days, and disturbed sleepless nights, don't we all crave a sense of solace once we arise from our beds? Of course we do, but we also make a mistake here. The mistake of ...