I woke up in the wake of hearing a clamor on the top of my farmhouse,
it seemed like a couple of cats, presumably battling about something they always do.
I was awake now and glanced at the clock, it said 04.30,
and I thought that I would go for an early morning walk around the mountains and attempt to catch the dawn.
First of all, some hot tea to begin the day,
I opened the front entryway shutting it discreetly as I went out so as not to wake the family.
I advanced down the untrodden way that would take me to the cliffs nearby.
The sun had not yet risen and there was coolness noticeable all around and I was sorry that I had not carried a windcheater with me.
Steadily I headed up the way with ridges to one side and right of me, mountain grass developed in clusters on each risen hill.
Looking upwards towards the west I saw a couple of stars still noticeable in the darkish fix of the sky, however, it would not be well before they vanished from the sight.
I proceeded on and afterward, I knew about a sound that I had heard ordinarily previously, it became louder as I strolled down the way and I halted for a minute to hear it out, Yes,
It was the unquestionable sound of Asian Koel, such a relieving sound I thought, the dawn chorus.
I crested the hill and the view I saw would remain with me perpetually and I just remained in complete amazement and ponder.
A brilliant sphere was beginning to ascend not too far, it blinded me for a minute and I turned away at that point swung back to take a gander at it incidentally, at the scene, the introduction of another day.
A young lady out for an early morning run lifted her arm to give me a decent morning wave;
I waved back and proceeded to the edge getting a charge out of the excellent snapshot of the sun rising.
I strolled along and no less than a hour had passed by since I had set out,
at this point the sun was warming me up and I just knew today would have been a scorcher later on.
I cherish these early morning strolls where I feel that I have the entire world to myself,
however, all great things reach an end and now people were beginning to land to share
my reality, joggers, and individuals strolling their pooches, it was beginning to get occupied.
Then my phone rang and little did I knew that it was there in my pocket the whole time.
It was my cousin sister who informed that everyone was up and breakfast is going to be served soon.
I paced my steps back to the home thinking about how luckier I could ever get.
Yes, I thought, breakfast, the second best thing to happen this morning and the day was only just beginning.