It is a few days now that I have been up and around like 6-9 in the morning! I am amazed at myself. Not sure how long this will last.
I mean - being up and about in the wee hours of the morning is usual. Temperature is cool. The silence of the night is so peaceful. Actions and thoughts of the day comes and one reflects on the 'good' and 'bad' things we have done. It is generally in front of the computer and a cup of aik-cheong coffee beside me; whilst the 'yohurt chicken', the rare-bits, and/or the rock buns that is baking in the oven.
But now things are different! Seven to nine in the mornings brings forth very different 'noise'. There are the school buses charging up the road; screeching to a stop as they pick up the kids for the morning session. The mothers screaming at their children who forget their water-bottle or lunch pack. Then we have the doors of cars and electric gates opening, as office workers leave for the office. Do you know that each electric gate have its own sound?
Yup! I heard all that! All these cacophony of sounds are like phonetic groan of people starting yet another 'busy' day. Not necessarily pleasant if one dwells into it. The toils and sweat of humanity begins and one habituate to it; forgetting their soul and objective of life.
It is a total contrast to the best sound of the morning; which comes just before that! The first chirp of the bulbuls and cuckoo brings forth a new morning! It always sound so cheerful. It is as if they are greeting one another constantly. It is as if they were singing:
'This is the day! This is the day! This is the day that the Lord has made!
And so I will now go to work, with a little skip in my steps and hum a little tune! I will choose to remember that this is the day that the Lord has made! Amen!
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