leaves

I woke up late, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. My back soaked and my bed a great, big, tangled mess. I have never felt this tired before. It felt as though I have been running a marathon instead of getting a good night's sleep. I tried shifting positions to no avail. The dream did not help relieve me of exhaustion either. I think I need to get into the habit of turning up early - which would be quite a feat for a night owl like me. I struggled to get up despite my body's call for a few more hours of sleep. It took all of my strength to get up, walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and gulp a generous amount of cold water. After hours and hours of struggling with the warm air, the cold water running down my throat felt good. 

I settled by the door where the wind was sure to touch my face and play with my hair. It did not disappoint. It was pleasant. Having to sit here, nature fanning your warm face was the highlight of my suffocating morning. The tv - a comfortable blur of sound behind me, the music of my fingers on the keyboard, and the wind keeping me nice and calm - that doesn't happen on regular mornings when I am too busy to even notice anything. I am glad that today, I did. It was an inviting variety to the dull, routine morning I always have. 

As I concentrate on the wind on my face, I didn't expect to notice such beauty in front of me. The body was slim and tall. Bumps everywhere and hands shooting out of it, catching the wind - something that I could not do. I was struck with awe. I expected it to cover me in the dark shadow. Instead, it was like a very big prism, reflecting the light, throwing it around and playing with the rays of the sun. The wind would constantly blow in our direction and it would bend in surrender to its force. But it was never knocked down powerless. It was challenging the breeze but there's nothing that the wind could do. Its slim body seemed vulnerable - breakable even. I never knew that such strength could be locked up inside something that looked that fragile. 

But that was not what made me look up. It was its green glory that looked a tad brighter when the sun would shower it with its rays. When a cloud would completely cover the magnificent ball of light, it looked opaque - certainly, it was. But it looked surprisingly transparent when nothing was standing in the way of the sun and those beauties. 

It was screaming in possibly every shade of green. Not my favorite color, but, surprisingly pleasant to my tired eyes. If I was talented enough, I would have immortalized this morning in a photograph. Unfortunately, I was not gifted with a photographer's insight - something I seriously envy in others. All I can do is write it for you.

I hope my words are enough.