Pink clouds

I woke up feeling anxious. I had a nightmare. A red helicopter suddenly appeared and it went inside the house and almost crushed me. The pilot wanted to kill me.

I let myself calm down for a moment. Then, I went outside for my morning walk.

It was pretty windy. The ground was wet due to last night’s heavy rain, which even resulted to power interruption. It was just 5 am.

I picked a flower that had fallen from its tree. It was a white angel. I thought it’ll be my companion for today’s walk. But, I dropped it. I felt a bit disappointed yet I proceeded, my heart a bit heavy.

Then, I turned around. I turned around to go back home. I turned around and saw the clouds. They were pink. Not all of them but up there was a mixture of different shades of blue, a hint of yellow, and pink. It was a beautiful sight.

The clouds somehow brought me the peace that I needed. And right that moment, I became certain that Someone up there is really looking after me. He knew that I wasn’t feeling well. He knew that I needed comfort. He knew that my favorite color is and will always be pink.

Morning walks

Before my alarm clock goes on, my brain comes alive. That’s what has been happening for days. Then, I’ll feel the urge to pee and so, I’ll begin to open my eyes.

I love mornings. By 5:10 am, I’ll be outside. I will be putting on my deep blue slippers with golden straps. I’ll start walking. The first thing I notice is the weather. Is it windy? Is it already warm? I always hope that it’s windy.

I’ll walk. I’ll be hearing different sounds from neighbors’ televisions, from a washing machine, from dogs, from a sizzling pan probably with eggs, from the few early risers. I’ll also smell different fragrances, some nice, others you know what. Oh, I’d also be hearing the noise from various vehicles. I sometimes get blinded by their lights, and annoyed honestly. There were those days, though, when there were only a few of them. Oh, how I long for those kinds of mornings.

I love peaceful morning walks. It’s always nice to watch the sky as it change its color from midnight blue to orange, pink, and then a bright blue. It’s also nice to look at my lefts and rights which are surrounded by trees of various kinds. I could imagine them greeting me as their leaves wave and dance with the wind.

I salute those who walk with me. The struggle of getting up from a comfortable bed is real for everyone. Aside from the walkers, there are also the bikers. To be honest, bikers outnumber the walkers. To be honest, at times, I envy how fast and far bikers can go.

And of course, I could never ignore the chirps of the birds… and the birds. They fly from one place to another while the sun’s making its way up the Earth or technically, when our planet’s rotating towards the sun. I once called the birds my morning walk buddies.

I do envy these little folks’ ability to fly. I’d like to ask them if they ever envy our ability to walk. Oh, those birds, they never get tired of flying. They inspire me to never get tired of walking. I always enjoy watching them even if they could give me a stiffed neck.

Although I enjoy walking, taking in the world we live in, touching the ground beneath us, and feeling peaceful; I always find myself looking forward to returning home. And then while I’m on my way home, I always catch myself looking forward for tomorrow’s morning walk…