Blooming mornings

Waking up in the morning, laying on the white-pinkish silk sheets for sometime to get used to the light, which enters my eyes, makes my day just a perfect one. After making my bed, I feel the fresh taste of coffee. While trying to open the door to the balcony, I start squinting; the sun rays reach my pupils fast. I see the people in rush, fast-going cars, the dew on the perfectly cropped grass, a young girl, listening to the loud music in her earphones. Tones of blue and grey, moving in that snow-white space, make me calm. I try to concentrate, counting the population of this busy city. When blinking and making my eyelashes fly up and down, I focus on the sun; it entices me in its fervent arms. Looking directly at this enormous bunch of light is like breathing in water. I feel nervous because of not being able to look at it, enjoy it, unravel its secrets; it possesses me and my mind.