The streaks of light through my Venetian blinds woke me up from a sound sleep. I stretched my half-awake body for an eternity and wiped the cobwebs from my eyes. My first impulse was to sit in front of my laptop but I brushed the thought aside and asked myself what I really wanted to do this morning.
As if on cue, I languidly arose from the bed and tiptoed towards the kitchen. I can feel the coldness of the kitchen floor under my bare feet and remembered how my mornings used to start like this once upon a time back home in the Philippines. I eagerly made me a cup of coffee and went to the veranda. If it were not for the warmth of the coffee cupped in my hands, I would have been shaking uncontrollably when the morning breeze embraced me sharply.
I sat still on my old blue lounger taking in the scenery before my naked eyes. The horizon was a wonderful shade of peach and lavender as the sun started creeping upwards. I then darted my gaze at the flock of birds flying above me as the morning breeze fanned my face. It was then that I noticed a lone robin on top of our neighbor’s roof. He lingered for a while and I could feel him returning my stare. With my already heightened senses, I stopped and listened. And there it was – his chirping… a soft staccato rising to a powerful crescendo. To say that I was mesmerized is an understatement.
The robin flew and I started scanning the place for whatever visual treats I can feast my eyes on this morning. I saw two squirrels darting from one building to another – as if lost in their own magical playground. My ears started to make out the sound of pealing bells from a nearby church and I was filled with nostalgic emotions. Then the humming of a passing car’s engine temporarily blocked out any other sound yet the break blended with the enchanting morning melody. Even the faint sound of a distant train attempted to take part in this early orchestra of natural and man-made symphony. How in the world did I allow myself to miss all these simple wonders in good old America?
My life was constantly buzzing with both productive and unproductive activities leaving me stressed and burned out. But I am glad that this morning, I finally decided to stop and smell the roses. I smiled and thank the whole of creation. I then got up from my chair and started back to my room. The coffee left a bitter but welcomed taste in my mouth. And as the morning left an indelible mark in my memory bank, I began encoding words in my laptop – hoping that somehow, I can find the right words to describe the grandeur of this simple experience.
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