It was 5:30 in the morning when I opened my eyes after the eight hour long sound sleep. Didn't feel like sleeping anymore so woke up to the garden. It was dawn and there wasn't a single living creature awake. It wasn't cold but calm and quite. So calm that the tree leaves and bamboo sprouts felt dead. The grass merely felt like a carpet to my bare foot. I could feel even my own body moving. But then in a few seconds I realized that there was something else moving besides me. It was a painter. He seemed happy and devoting his whole energy to his painting. I drew myself closer to him so that I could have a glance of his painting.
The painting was beautiful with mountain roofs and the surroundings exactly the way it really existed. But he wasn't satisfied and kept adding colors to it. He made the mountain roofs brighter and the sky bluer. The restless painter wasn't yet satisfied and so he brought a crown in between through the mountains: a bright energy that gave life to the entire painting as if he intended to bring hope and joy to his creation. Even the dead tree leaves and the bamboo shoots now felt alive. And the grass looked greener than ever. I realized myself smiling and heard from behind my mother saying "Good morning dear son". I replied with the same gentle smile "Good morning, its wonderful every morning". --^_^--
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