I have become a rooster of sorts from the night owl I had been. Believe me, it is out of necessity. What is the point in going for a brisk walk in the supposedly fresh evening air, instead gulp mouthfuls of smoke and spend the rest of the evening and night coughing. Yes, some of my neighbors deem it fit to burn all sorts of waste, including plastic bits, in the evenings. Many are the days when I have cut short my walks and returned home to stay indoors.
Then, very reluctantly, I had to admit to myself that there was only one way to beat this. Get up early and go for walks before people have had a chance to burn waste and pollute the surroundings. I sighed and threw myself at the mercy of the phone alarm. I had to get into the habit of waking up sooner. And that’s how I started seeing the morning blush, the sun peeping from behind the yonder mountains, shining down from behind the clouds, and more of such changing moods of the morning sky.
Here are a few:
My humdrum mornings now start with much drama.
© Shail Mohan 2019