Dusk
Saturday, December 1st, 2007
I wake up before the sun does,
which means at dusk,
which is the time when
the morning breeze gently caresses your face,
and cold fresh air fills your lungs.
It is the time when faint lights
make the horizon glow in the distance,
and the time when the first rays of sunlight
pierce through the air,
and you feel like being born again.
It is the time when
clouds just start to form in the distant horizon,
and change hues from dull grey to
bright colors of mauve and orange.
It is the time when
fog envelope the whole valley,
and the time when
you feel energized and alive,
and you feel like shouting -
I am the king of the world!
It is the time when
cows in the field start to graze,
and the time when
the murmur of the river
is all you hear in the forest.
It is the time when
dragonflies hover above a lily pond,
and the time when
the frog is in a lookout for unsuspecting flies.
It is also the time when
fish starts to move about
and ready to bite an earthworm bait.
It is the time when
the dog starts to whimper,
begging you to let him out,
and chase grasshoppers in the meadow.
It is the time when
you see dew settle on leaves,
and the time when roosters
start their morning call,
and fly down from their perches.
It is also the time when
you fill the pales to water the plants,
and the time when
the neighbors start to move about
preparing for a brand new day.
Ah,
Morning is the time when
you are ready to face the world again….
