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starry slice of heaven

The wind whispered sweetly into my ears as if to remind me of the drunken lull of darkness. Hark! I did. I always do. Give in to nature. Find it incomprehensible that most people do not take some time out for themselves.

For there is nothing like gazing up at the boundless sky, engulfed by a star-studded blanket; when the moon lets down her veil, revealing the beauty that can make any girl green with envy

At these times, I cannot help feeling that I am the sole creature in the universe and that the entire world is manifest just for my eyes, only for my eyes. Were it not for scrapping and scratching next door, wouldn’t it have been so much more blissful. Ah, I gather. Not everybody can marvel nature’s thousand gifts.

Suddenly, I am seized by the smell of freshly baked bread wafting up into the night air, from, who knows. Having skipped lunch, my tummy growls; but who has time to mull over such trivialities?

 I only start to contemplate again… An owl whizzes over my head. Headed home or to hunt, I reckon who knows; one more avatar of the Almighty.

The contemplative silence, its essence in emptiness, beauty in not being, and yet all-engulfing. In the midst this silence, the twinkling dots in the sky so mesmerizing, inviting me to play dots and dashes. I dappled here, cross up there. At this precious moment, I feel free from the chains of time. All shackles are broken: Nothing to hold me back. No bars on my thoughts. No restrictions on my imaginations.

Suddenly… a night prowler scurries across our front lawn. It rushes through the unraked leaves, its tiny feet crackling the little twigs. The noise arises me from my slumber of thoughts.

Soon and slowly, the Almighty Sun takes a peek riding high on his seven-horse chariot. The green carpet begins to glitter. As if God is running his fingers through it himself. Birds start to chirp, and flutter, creating, as if, a perfect symphony of Beethoven.

The perfect Mozart concerto!

 In the words of Laurie Lee: If ever there was blessing in the air, I see it now… in this still early day. How true these words are as this precious night gently gives way to an equally majestic day.

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