Mornings

My short walk from the flat to the library before the sun comes up is probably my favorite part of the day. The quiet is permeated by the occasional bus driving by with nobody in it and the sing song of a dozen different birds. I feel as if the songbirds are talking to me, specifically to me. The one whose call sounds like a blaring siren is yelling, "Wake up! Paper writing time!" and the chirp chirp of another is telling me, "Hey sweetness, it's all good." while a peep comes out from around the bushes saying how happy he is to be alive and so should I. The campus is lush, a botanical garden laden with wetlands and Eucalyptus trees giving it that sweet smell of morning dew. Crossing the bridge to get to the main campus adds the sound of rushing waters to my morning and I feel as if I should jump in and become more than simply an observer of the beauty, but a part of it.
The sun is slowly rising now, illuminating the buildings in a gray hue before it reveals their true colors. Nothing happens suddenly here, but slowly and calmly. It gives one enough time to appreciate what is there and impatience for what is to come.

I may never leave.