As I rise the first thing I do is look at the wall clock which is screaming to me that it is still 0318 hrs. I walk across my room still half asleep to open the windows. The warm sea breeze takes over the confines of my air-conditioned room-and brings with it the natural aroma of the fresh air. I realize that whatever man made comforts we may buy but all this cannot be compared to what nature gives us in abundance. I stand in awe staring at the emptiness of this early morning darkness simultaneously realizsng the power of silence.
There is a very thin line which divides the morning from the nights..... it is a very subjective though..... when ever we sleep the time preceding is referred to as the night and the time post sleeping is referred to as the day. As my mind starts comparing the virtues of the night with day ...... I realize that the night comes in slowly .......whispering sweet nothings and raises the testosterone levels while the day starts with a celebration ... a celebration of colors... a celebration called life....... which I am witnessing and sharing through this picture blog.
Let us all celebrate that we are alive and witnessing this celestial celebration every morning... what else can we ask of life... love you all ...live life king size.
by blogger jags