"Easy like sunday morning"

The morning breeze drifts in through my window in slow motion. The rustle of the drizzly leaves melts into the rhythm of the rain. The whispering droplets grow into a crescendo and awaken the colors. Green has more Green for company. Grey looks on with a benign smile and sends down impetuous messengers of green life.

Lionel Richie glides in, easy like sunday morning, and brings in the lazy aroma of ginger tea and the blurry words of the newspaper. We sip in the companionable sound of silence.

The contours of the room become sharper and the words jump into life. Those familiar pages spark pleasant happy animation in my mind. As the notes of "Walking in Memphis" fill the air, the pitter-patter of the rain seems to dull down, as if its receding into the distance. Now, all I can hear is the soft drip-drop as the leaves selflessly shower their moistness on the earth below keeping only a veneer of green shine for themselves.

All is still.

One ray of sun peeps out. Like a mischievious child trying to escape from the classroom without the teacher noticing. And soon enough, many more follow suit and the green and brown glisten in the sunshine. The grey takes a break.

The animation reaches my feet which lead me quite inexorably towards the ocean. As I stand facing the waves, the smell of rain and the salty sea fills my senses like a Mozart sonata.

The sunday morning envelopes me.