An Ode to a Beautiful Sunday Morning
May 19, 2021
Story
I woke up today to a sublimely beautiful morning.
A cool breeze is wafting in from the outside. The trees have been growing fast, determinedly covering our view of the buildings beyond with a green curtain. A light drizzle keeps up a pit-pat beat as the drops touch the leaves. Most people around seem to be still asleep. It is quiet, the time before voices wake up and start filling the air with tensions. It is the kind of light, stress-free morning that I cherish deeply.
My mother is in the kitchen as I walk out of the room. Having started early, she is done with the cooking, and is now cleaning up. She greets me with a thumbs up and an update on how much water she has drunk already. I tell her that I'm impressed!
We make our way to the living room and continue our free-flowing chatter on life, food, and all the random things that keep popping up in our minds. She tells me that she is planning to draw today. I tell her that I plan to sleep a bit more today.
I pick up my phone to catch up on the news of the day. And I notice that the 'Memories' section of my Facebook page is reminding me of a short poem I had posted in 2011.
Even then, all I was hoping for was peace. I envisioned a simple, calming home atmosphere. That's what I have always wanted and am grateful to my mother and foremothers, that today, I have just that.
I am sharing that old poem with you all. Good morning! :)
I'm thinking
a good small house
or maybe a room with the basics
my own
and a kitchen
a lil garden with overflowing greenery
windows
wicker baskets
book
s
wooden floors
good music
billowing curtains
some paints
camera
cozy bed
not too high from the floor
thick, deep quilt
floral prints all around
colourful cushions
colourful walls
a swing on the porch
somewhere to curl up, breathe easy, and smell the coffee! ☕