I am most in love with the world at the hour before it wakes up; when the sky is still a navy blue backdrop—cloudless. Maybe this is how oblivion looks like. I love how the morning breeze caresses my face the moment I step out of the shelter that is my home. The dark surroundings don’t scare me. In this small town, you may not know everyone but the familiarity of each face is there. It is my comfort zone. This is my favorite box.
My eyes seem to be in time-lapse when I watch the heavens crack light. Every color comes to life. Maybe that’s what we consider hope in sunrise. Most days, it is an oil pastel canvas. Sometimes, it burns like a sunset. It is quite a view. Our lifetime isn’t as monochromatic as we think it is.