A beautiful morning

This early morning I wake up in my bed when soft stroke of sunlight hit my face intersecting window glass. Still feeling sleepy I can hear birds chirping and tweeting. It sound so mild and clear that I got a feeling of symphony as if they are singing a beautiful song. I changed my position in the bed and the cold air entered into my blanket. I opened my eyes because I could not pretend to sleep.

Yelling "Good Morning" to mother nature I jump out from my bed and move to veranda. I scream again "What a beautiful morning". I can't describe the scene of this beautiful morning in words. The sky is clear. Sun is just rising between the hills and in the north the background of golden Himalayas separates land and sky. Breathing cold fresh air from Himalayas I enjoy the flight made by herd of  birds in the foreground. After a while I finish my morning tasks and climb up stairs to kitchen.

Morning tea is ready. Thanks mum. Then wondering what's with the sip of tea? I move to rooftop with teacup in my hand. And I see an incredible picture. Unbelievable I say to myself. At the top of  hillock where my house is situated, it is as if in an island. I never thought of  this natural animation until I see it myself. The fog covered several villages down the hill. What I can see is a big ocean of fug in between surrounding hills far away. Fleet of  birds are diving in and out in this virtual ocean. I enjoy the nature with a cup of tea.

I feel lucky because only few people can witness this natural vivacity. After a while sun is floating in sky and its bright intense light stroke evaporate the ocean of fog like the vapor rising from boiling water. The range of Himalaya in the north start loosing its color. The ordinary day begins from here. White Himalayas, clear picture of villages down the hill and the cold morning.

It's the same old talk of the town about a beautiful morning that I repeat with everyone. Thanks for joining me.