m o r n i n g . m a g i c

Morning has broken. Young sun is celebrating the trees. The birds are chirping around the sunlit leaves. Air is thin and the light is transparent. The particles in the air are glittering like star dust. Night owls and other shady characters are gone and the 'health-enthusiasts' are jogging like Labrador retrievers. The air has the magical smell of a new born baby's breath. Everything is appearing in front of us so fresh as though for the first time. A new planet is born every morning.

Slowly sun begins to climb up. People are starting chores and running around with their 'to-do' lists. Business as usual takes over. Then around noon, as if the day is having a mid-life crisis, everything slowly becomes mundane as the lighting becomes ordinary, the freshness disappears and the day starts looking flat like a dry, dusty, grey wall.

Is this all just one perception of an urban mid-day, or is the magic still in the air, hiding somewhere?

Photo: 'Near Rothko Chapel, Houston'/ Sebastian©2009