Thanks to the couple in the room next door who woke me up early enough to see the stillness of the world. I love this time of day, the moment when its just you and the birds and the breeze. When the thoughts can come and stay for a while without being rushed off by the need to hurry out into the day.
I remember being told at an Ashram in India that people can live off air, I took everything there with a grain of salt, but perhaps this is what they meant.
I remember being told at an Ashram in India that people can live off air, I took everything there with a grain of salt, but perhaps this is what they meant.
Up early enough I feel I can feed my soul on the surroundings. The freshness in the air cooling my eyes, puffy from sleep, drifting out to the silkiness of the sea, where the fisherman, the seemingly only other person awake, sails out into the remaining glints of pink in the sky. Taking in the vista, its hard not to feel at peace.
Sadly its a fleeting moment, and not long before the hum of engines and the clink of breakfast plates joins the birds. Morning I hope to visit with you again soon, and listen to what more tales you have to tell me.
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