The day’s early rays are glorious on my skin and the patter of water from the plant box is a heartbeat.
On our humble balcony, I take in my slice of peace: a quirky patchwork of foliage and tin roofs, various forms of steel and stone, and a score of birdsongs and sundry dins.
Some have a garden. Or the beach. Or the hills. I have this. And, make no mistake, it is just as wonderful.
In the course of the day, this view undergoes countless shifts. It transforms in a way you apply a filter on a picture, or a person changes clothes. The time of day its vast and varied wardrobe.
This morning, it is bright and cloudless. And while it is early, everything has already taken on the sharp relief of noon. I recite my morning mantra, for its truth still holds.
