I close my eyes and concentrate on the most melodious sounds in the world - birds chirping in the trees and the tinkle of the bell of an occasional bicycle passing by.
I open my eyes, get up and walk slowly to my desk facing the windows and gaze outside. The trees have started to show signs of the first set of greens, their branches spread out welcoming the feathered guests to perch on them, nest on them. I rest my chin on the palm of one hand and ponder! What is life all about? What a miracle it is! How intriguing that we are able to feel so many emotions in the short span of 24 hours every single day! And how fortunate that we are able to experience our tomorrows, so many of them! "Not everyone gets a tomorrow!"
My chain of thought is broken by the loud noise that 'Logan' the parakeet makes. What is it with this bird? I try to concentrate once again on what I was trying to fathom, trying to put thoughts together, feeling a mixed sense of sadness and happiness, and above all, enjoying the solitude.
I hum along with my happy-go-to-song Joe Dassin's Champs Elysees.
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I am transported back to the little cafe on Orchard Road, Singapore, where I spent hours till late night, writing, blogging away, trying to express what whirlwind my mind was, trying to find myself.
I switch places again, this time I settle myself on the world's most comfortable couch, one that I have had for the last 18 years. I am a little restless this morning although there is just so much that I am able to accomplish during these few precious hours that are mine. I do what Brian Tracy tells me to do. Early morning hours are the best time to work on projects that demand uninterrupted attention, so just grab a glass of water and start! That is exactly what I do, as tempted as I am to have my leisurely breakfast before I start, I listen to these gurus. And in any case, I am a creature of habit; go out enjoy the morning breeze, check if there any new leaves or buds in any of the plants, come back to my study and start on a work or personal project, have breakfast while reading, and once the kids wake up, head out for the morning show at the cinema. It is almost like a ritual. You move me one inch from my routine especially on a Sunday, and I will not be such a happy, chirpy person.
This is what makes my mornings magical; the cool breeze caressing my face, the hyperactive Logan going absolutely berserk, the weaver bird refusing to leave the nest upon my arrival, the carefully built nest that it has built on my bougainvillea, 'Captain' the one-legged crow that lives outside the kitchen balcony on a tree and comes for food, my children waking up and heading out straight from their rooms to first look for their mom, early morning messages from my SEALA family, the peace and quiet (minus crazy Logan) that the morning brings with it, and most of all the predictability; what a glorious time of the day!
