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The last morning of the last year

Good Morning!

It’s a colorless morning here today. Well, not exactly colorless, everything looks gray. There is no burst of bright colors like there was yesterday, on the last day of the previous year. Looks like they had all been partying late and the dullness of the sky is because the sun has a hangover.

As for me, I had an early night, for a change. Oh, the irony! I sleep late most nights. But on the day the year is ending, and most of the world is up and about eagerly waiting to see the New Year dawn, I am already ensconced in bed, fast asleep. So, unlike the sun, and like the birds I love so much, I am up and about early today, the difference being they birds are out in search of worms, while I am doing the ‘fingers tap-dancing on the keyboard’ thing.

What it comes down to is that we – the birds and I – are both happy doing what we enjoy doing on the morning of the first day of the brand new year/decade. It also shows that I intend to sweep away the cobwebs of neglect on Shail’s Nest and be snappy about writing new posts. Twenty Nineteen had been poor in terms of both books read and posts written. Look out for Twenty-Twenty though, its going to be different, just like the ketchup ad, and of course, me!

Happy New Year to one and all.

© Shail Mohan 2020