Simple Pleasures: Greeting the dawn

I guess did not suspect that writing things down in this fashion has quite this much impact on our psyche.

Ostensibly, I wrote the last post and re-read it and was done with it. However, I woke up at 5.30 am next morning with my subconscious tugging me out of bed despite very rational protestations, of not having soaked enough rest, from my body.

I remembered the lingering regret I had felt (while making the post) about not getting enough opportunities to greet the dawn nowadays and realized that I had been out maneuvered by my own sense of nostalgia.

Crave as I might to curl back into bed I relented and ambled to the shower to wash away the last vestiges of languor.

Refreshed, I found my IPod and played my morning repertoire and waited for dawn to break.

Bliss...