Promenade

7jan 2021

Myriad tiny boats, rocked compulsively by the waves, try to keep alert, assigned designated night lights of the sea.. have stopped looking at my watch for January mornings, as these parrots take gleeful flight overhead exactly at 6.54.. racing each other, shaping alphabets in the sky.. coding secrets, playing guessing games, attracting the indulgent smile of the moon. An eagle swoops down territorially, a mesmerizing sight, the perfection of its regal form gliding unruffled in the wind.. every morning hums afresh.. a song of dreams.. a symphony when awake.. the clouds are drawing rosy paths across the sky..  inviting us to promenade.. surrounded by the white cloudy grass emanating fragrantly blessed rays.. transforming into snow capped mountains.. cities and townships.. what a divine walk.. what celestial views.. making my heart travel and soar..