Posted by: lildeviltoocute | May 21, 2008

Awe at the Dawn of a New Day

Yesterday I didn’t go to bed untill 6am. I was doing my homework and crap, scrambling to make sure what needs to be done got done. Around 5am, I decided to go to sleep, but not before getting myself something to drink. As I walked past my front door to go to the kitchen, I noticed a beautiful color light, and opened my door to investigate. The morning was coming on, and in a way I’ve never seen it do so before. I normally get up around 7am, and even then I’m usually grumpy and unhappy with everything that’s going on. This was different. The sky was filled the most lovely shades of pales blues and pinks and purples, reflecting wonderfully off the clouds. The air was cool, and fresh, and everything was still, except for the random crow of a rooster perched in one of my trees. My house sits on the side of a hill, with another hill facing it. There is a road between the two hills, and usually throughout the day I see cars on it. There weren’t any, there was no noise except for that damn rooster and the wind rustling through the leaves, and everything felt right. Then it started to rain, from the South side of the island to the North. My house faces West, so I saw the rain coming from left to right, and I loved looking to my left and seeing rain, then to my right and not seeing any at all. I loved watching the rain pass in front of me. I felt like I was the only one who saw the world in all of its simple beauty.  I loved the light of the early morning, I loved how some of the street lights were still on, it was amazing. Birds started to wake up and chirp, and sing, more roosters let their voices be heard, and I could hear the various animals that live around me, dogs, cats, deer, as they moved around. The sounds moved together like a melody, and I loved that too. Just as I wondered why I’ve never heard the world sound so pretty before, the last of the street lights went out, doors opened, and cars revved up as the rest of the world woke up and started their day. The melody stopped and was replaced by the monotonous droning of my everyday life. I went to bed after that.


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  1. Moments like that are so special…
    Beautifully written, Nic.

  2. That old saying that roosters only crow in the morning is utter bs. Roosters crow at ALL hours of the day and night. I found that out when I went camping and there was a rooster nearby.


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