Time of Morning
Time of Morning, I wrote a small story inspired by the atmosphere of the morning time.
It's autumn. The bright red sun is slowly rising in the east. I got up and went to the fields. The carpet of grass is covered with droplets of night mist that glisten like pearls in the falling sunlight.
I take a step forward in the grass and turn back to see that my footprint has remained in the grass. A complete footprint. I move forward with the other foot again. By the time I reached the paddy field, my feet were completely soaked in the mist.
But,
This time,
A gentle breeze plays through the paddy fields, touching my body and cooling me.
But, seeing such a beautiful and cool morning and the touch of the red sun, I forgot about my body. I just wanted to enjoy the time so I looked into the sunlight, opened my hands, took a deep breath, and tried to feel this form of nature. Meanwhile the birds resting at night have left their nests in the nearby forest and flown towards the paddy fields.
The view of the birds flying was very beautiful and heartwarming. So I approached them to enjoy this scene better. I went on again and reached the middle of the paddy fields and saw that the birds had become the farmer's favorite friends by eating the insects that destroy the paddy.
The birds play and occasionally birds fly to me. I started playing with the birds like a little child.
After playing there for a while, I went back to my daily work. I have a positive feeling at the beginning of today.
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