I wish I could sleep a few more hours and dream of something nice and lovely but I’ve been awake since 3:30am, same time that I wake up on the days that my son has to leave for work at 5am. On second thoughts, waking up early has a lot more advantage than staying late in bed.
Gosh, hanging amihan is really here, signalling cold nights and occasional cold winds outside. I went out for a while to sweep in front of the house, cigarette butts, candy wrappers, plastic with straw in it, so annoying to see them every morning and I can’t stand clutter. I wish our neighbor who has a sari-sari store would find it in his heart to place a trash bin outside his store and tell his customers not to throw garbage haphazardly. And I wonder why passersby can’t discipline themselves to dispose of their garbage properly, they never learn and maybe they never will. Enough said.
The sky is clear but still dark and the quarter moon makes star-gazing lovely. I used to spend time star-gazing every time I go home to our province in Pangasinan. The silence and quiet sip into your bones and you feel at peace with the world. There is something so fresh and untouched, unmarred by the noise of cars and motorcycles passing by. For one thing, the best time to write (at least for me) is always in the quiet of early mornings. Thoughts come chasing each other waiting to unfold. Sometimes though, when you put them on paper, they go away and you can never recover those fleeting thoughts the way they should be written and the way you want to write them. Does that happen to you?
I think I need a hot cup of coffee and go back to the garden to watch the day unfolds – something precious, something meaningful, something to look forward to. It’s a new day after all.