How do I define a pleasant morning? In past a pleasant morning enabled me to laze in the bed having myself wrapped in the blanket and witness how morning sunlight penetrates through the curtain at its graceful pace then brightens the floor of my room, and if i wanted to i could just close my eyes after that and continue my sleeping.
Until one sunday morning i changed my thought- A pleasant morning is more than counting teddy bears printed on my curtains. Passing by streets of exiting my residential area in the early morning hour, fresh grasses were stretching their back beneath tall standing trees, houses were sleeping while nesting all tired city folks, not to miss out fluffy cotton-white cloud that lingerd around the soulful bright and blue sky. Came across some stalls where early birds were having street food, it was delightful seeing kids with their parents, babies in baby's high chair hitting on the tray, teenagers having arms supporting their sleepy-heavy-whacky head. The heavy doze of family-day atmosphere mercilessly flooded me.
Of all the good times i've missed out, i want the sunday-mornings back.
