Nothing feels as good as waking up early in the morning on a weekend, without the intrusive alarm clock going off. Wedged comfortably under a warm blanket in a cold morning, I smiled once my I came out of a dream and found that Beatles’ Here Comes the Sun was playing on my computer. Very appropriate.
I stayed in bed, eyes still shut but my senses were coming around. After a moment of peace, I decided to wake up properly. Once the eyes were stimulated by the soft light, I found that my room was still rather dark. Yet, there was enough lighting for me to toddle around without me stepping on any book that I left on the floor just before I went to sleep yesterday.
I checked one of my clocks – the digit seven was highlighted along with a two other numbers but I ignored it. In the back of my mind, I said who cares. It’s Sunday morning.
How pleasant it is to be able to say that with a near jovial attitude. No homework dues, no deadline to adhere – simply no worries.
Along I stood in my room, trying to stretch like how my almost fat yellow pussy cat does every time she tries to move around after a meal. I stretched but I was left unsatisfied simply because of the plasters and bandages that are covering my left arm, supposedly to give my body a chance to repair the damaged ligament. Trying to start the day on a high note, I gave up a sigh and tried to smile on it.
The ambience was slumber oriented, cool but not so cold, dimmed but not too dark. I looked back at the inviting bed and toyed with the idea of getting back to it. However, I refused and turned my head to the windows, taking my first peek at the outside real world for the day.
The Sun was barely up. Just enough radiance was available for me to differentiate the colors of the trees during the fall season. Fall, admitted offers the better side of the Earth. Spring is welcomed as always with all the birds and mammals running around celebrating the warmth of the Sun and the green of the trees. Fall however presents something less cheerful but more colorful. It offers both happiness and sadness, a balance for this world.
The sight is lovely from my perspective. A huge tree with a yellowish leaves stands quietly directly ahead with a few other smaller complements completing the view. Yellow was the main theme but a certain patch of greens endure, refusing to bow against the wind.
I opened up the windows and found out that it was raining lightly – a typical unpredictable Michigan weather in a typical unpredictable fall. One day it would rain, one day the Sun would shine as it had never shone before, the other, flurry attacks the unprepared. And before soon, snow overwhelms the little arbor town.
The smell of the rain was refreshing, cooling and scentless, free of any damned smoke or artificial perfume. It was simply lovingly natural. However, being close to the town center, I couldn’t help but hear engines roared in competition with soft dropping of the rain. The engines of course and unfortunately, won the competition even before it started. Nevertheless, the smell of the rain was still refreshing.
Among the leaves, I saw a bird sitting alone on a small branch. I wonder how does it feels to be the, having to suffer the cold rain. Sometimes, life is cruel. I am thankful that I am in a comfortable room.
I left the bird alone and sat in front of my computer, getting my daily dose of news.
The first thing that I checked was the forest fire in California. With delight the weather is giving the firefighters a helping hand. All is good until the latest development on war was read. Fifteen more soldiers died after a Chinook crashed down to earth due to hostile fire. I am generally against the war but the soldiers were humans, just like you and me. Maybe we haven’t gone far in being a civilized being at all.
Saturated with news, I noticed workings that I had done yesterday on the floor. Homework, assignment and all started to repopulate my mind. And the omnipresent vehicle engines started to roar annoyingly even harder.
