I had the best morning! Woke up at 5:30, had a banana, and after what seems like an eternity, went running. Sometimes I wonder why I stopped getting out of the house at sunrise. I love going out to run. Although I have a long way to go to build up stamina, it’s great to move through the fresh coolness of the morning. As I walked to the promenade, I saw a couple of trees – laburnums and something else with little red flowers that looked like pouted lips. Near the promenade, there was a huge bush bursting with hundreds of white, crisp paper-flowers. It all looked so lovely! And in the mornings, one just feels that the world has spruced itself up only for you.
The skies were getting clearer slowly, and the pond near the promenade was swirling with all these secret shades purple, blue and gold. From one part of the promenade, the water looked like shifting sheaths of rich silk.
The herons were there too. Elegant, soft and pristine white. And when they flew about, their wings flapped with liquid grace.
Then I saw something so beautiful that it could very well have been a conscious-altering reality. A flock of black birds swooped down into the pond and then glided across the water. They looked like winged figure-skaters skating on a glassy surface of pink ice. It was so surreal. In fact, at the time, it seemed as if every thing else was stupefied, except for the little bizarre drama that was playing out in the water.
I came home and had a really cold shower, which is possibly the best corporeal sensation I think of. And then I had a really nice, big breakfast of rice and daal followed by hot tea.
I am full of such a brilliant sense of well-being, it’s amazing! I think I’ve had my share of long nights spent talking, reading, chatting, partying, driving…or whatever else I used to do to while away nocturnal lethargy. I mean, I do enjoy the nights. But I think I’ve done that substantially and wholeheartedly enough. But staying up late usually means missing the sunrise. It means slumbering under a blanket when outside, a million little miracles unfold at every corner. They are too precious to ignore.
It’s my birthday month, and if I can give myself a present for a lifetime, it’s this – the gift of greeting the sun in the open, every single day.
You are born on one day, you awaken on another.