Morning Orchestra

It was the melodious chirping of birds that awoke me, even before my eyes realised I was splashed in the soft orange morning light. I was given the luxury of lazing in bed in the morning and continued to lay in the still warm comfy folds and crumples of my bedding. I had allowed the haze in mind to clear slowly as I listened to the music of the singing and whistling birds, as if excitedly announcing the morning to the world.

Little by little like musical instruments in an orchestra, the slight bustling sounds of the morning activity danced in my ears; there was the chinking as keys met locks of the people closing their gates as they left for work, the low purring of engines passing as the cars exit the carpark, and even a mild rat-a-tat-tat from neighbours moving things around.

The haze had already dissipated and my mind like a slate wiped clean in anticipation of another new day. With some reluctance I willed my body to stir from its comfort state and moved one hand to wipe the sleep from my eyes. As if to acknowledge that morning had arrived, I inhaled a deep breath in resolution to get out of bed.

With my hair still in a chaotic mess, I gazed out of my bedroom window and could see the adjacent buildings bathed in the warm golden hues of the sunlight. Despite the slight bustling of activity, it was relatively quiet and peaceful. In a way the view was mesmerising and for a few moments I could only gaze silently. In a block facing my room, I could see the shopkeeper rolling up the shutters of his shop and busily arranging his wares. Down further on the street, I could see parents tugging their kids who were neatly dressed in their school uniforms, as well as a scatter of people rushing off to work. It was then I began to be fully aware of the advent of a new day.

As I paused to admire the beautiful morning, I ponder how wonderful and simple life can be and how perhaps sometimes we are too caught up in the race to notice it.