Sunrise Stories.

Since it’s March and evidently spring, we awake to a sky adorned with an inscrutable peachy hue hanging round the circumference of the east. Our eyes are not used to being greeted with a light so soft and apparent; habituated to the winter morning darkness, still so hopeful, though.

It’s not so cold for me to sprint to the balcony and watch the faint clouds take shape in spite of the dry eastern winds, that dissipate the clouds if they ever form, casting a veil of uncertain whiteness as the morning ages. I watch the hue become more prominent, till the sun peeks through the buildings, it’s shine radiant and smile-inducing.

I think about how well we adapted to winter, how well we appreciated the barren tree branches and the greyish tinge in those old dehydrated leaves. How we spent the shiny afternoons finding solace in the sunlight, exposing our faces to feel the warmth and let it filtrate the worries and evaporate what’s trivial and cunningly unnecessary.

We did our best this winter to be the best versions of ourselves; and here comes spring like a sudden reward, turning the birdlife in our souls alive and we cannot help but find ourselves twirling and dancing every now and then, smiles stretched so wide that we question whether illusions of heartening emotions were ever meant to feel that way— so ethereal and free.

The world sometimes conspires against our values, but it’s all in our heads, isn’t it? It’s all embedded within our very cores that whatever the other people are feeling or wrongly doing does not affect us so adversely. Sometimes we experience those downsides of overwhelm and pressure, but it all passes as long as we are convinced— determined to stick to our beautiful beliefs, living them as we liberate from the intoxicating negativity.

I’m so grateful to have it all not figured out yet. What a surprise it is, though, to take a step towards awareness of how our paths will turn out to be? It takes time and perseverance, but it's ever so worthwhile and healing.

Let us not fade into nothingness this spring. Let us exhaust ourselves from the thrills of discovering something new each and every day, till the summer arrives and we can rest in the stillness. We will still be there.

Won’t we?