Morning

I woke up early today and saw the sun rise. It had rained yesterday night. I could feel it in the air. Yet today, the skies were clear. Thin layers of clouds acted as colourful blinders on the window of a vast sky - a sea of blue, a strip of grey and a line of pink - they all laced the stages through which the sun broke out, preceding its arrival with magnificent shafts beaming out of the corners of stray rain clouds.

It started out as a brilliant red, morphed into a golden orange and transformed into a throbbing yellow disc, gaining intensity with the passage of time. While it underwent this transition, its rays touched falling leaves, withered branches, chimney smoke and flying birds. Nature unfolded its presence with a grace, one which man can never replicate.

A soft cool breeze wafted in, bringing with itself memories of the days gone by, and reminding me that these days too, will one day be yearned for.