Loud Silence on Quiet Mornings

I just woke up...

The rosy-hued fingers of the sun race across the horizon to touch my face, pulling me away from grey, formless dreams. Unsure whether I am ready to greet the day, I lay silent, indulging in the cotton warmth of the duvet. The world is silent; beautifully, intoxicatingly at peace.

  

I tentatively open an eye to glance at the golden smile of the sun and see the mist hugging the ground tippy-toeing away, uttering angry whispers at the heat. A few dewdrops lend the waking grass their diamond brilliance, green and glitter a showcase of Mother Nature's beauty.

  

I sigh contently, and see the world heave with me. For it, too, is enjoying the splendours of what this Morning brings. Sleep tugs at me once more, but I fight the urge, as I know that even Dreamland could not offer me the serenity of this moment.

  

For a few minutes more I enjoy the loud silence on this quiet morning, before the caffeinated promise of being wide-awake beckons me to the kitchen and I get up, the lingering feeling of wonder trailing on my thoughts...

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[Malen]

In most of all I have read today, this took me to where I needed to be.
"Feel the world heave with me" I felt that pull.
Wonderful write.