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 foraging for peace outside. Peace lies within, in the deepest chambers of the heart and it is the morning mist that creates an environment conducive to walk this inner quest for peace. A morning walk caters to the lungs' need for unadulterated fresh air. Isn't this suffice to boost my (anyone) energy to keep me hooked to completing daily work with unbound enthusiasm? The chills of the early morning bring me to ease and the cool breeze that accompanies it pushes me towards peace, far away from the human world of noise.

Watching birds flutter their wings with might, and unusual determination in the vibrant morning sky reminds me of the phrase "The early bird catches the worm". Watching them with keen interest from my balcony inspires me to not lose out on golden opportunities that seldom come.

Though I admire the mighty pearl-coloured clouds that adorn the morning sky, I am somehow always drawn to the meaningful beauty of the dew drops that blanket themselves over leaves. Looking at them, I feel how everything in nature is uniquely eye-appealing. How small things can sometimes leave you wondering that, "Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where others see nothing. - Camille Pissaro" . 

Whether it be eliminating the fear of the dark, the motivation of starting new every day - leaving past failures behind, making me aware of the latent peace, or also holding on to opportunities that could be missed, the morning never fails to leave me unimpressed.

Even though I keenly listen to the musical notes of the songbirds and smell the divine scent of colourful blossoms everyday, it is impossible for me to unravel the mystical glory of the idyllic morning.

Gaurav Chandra Tuli

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