Of course, the first one would be to hit the snooze button, but post-that; there is a series of activities that happens every morning.
For some to kick-start the day would be yoga, or Pilates, or the morning news buzzing in. For others it would be the newspaper, or listening to music.
For me, one of my kick-starts is the routine of gazing out of my balcony with my morning tea in hand. Watching the streets in the morning, the brisk walkers, the joggers in bright colors, the newspaper guys zooming across, the opening of the shutters of the houses and apartments across the street, the night shift people getting back and the early morning shift workers out to the grind; it all reflects the day slowly opening up.
One of the graces granted to me while coming over to the Eastern half of the World, was the view out of balcony, both my quarters in the hospital and at home. The view from latter overlooks the park, with the streets and lots of open space. The latter often is the home to the morning walkers or the evening joggers, the soccer practices, the impromptu cricket matches, the joyful laughter of children running around.
Some days, when the “snooze button” over powers my will to wake up, the morning starts with record speed and I have to forego the morning ritual. Then evening is the time for gazing out.
Few of the interesting things that I have often seen on my evening view out from my hospital quarters in the rural, include strangers
lending a helping hand to new people to town who don’t get their geo-orientation right the first time round, little children running to help their mama’s with the grocery, stranded people tinkering behind the car hoods hoping that the engine would magically sputter to life, random shots of a photographer at work, the duck followed by the little ones in trying to cross the road, before dusk hits out.
At present, it is like a “must event” for me to just spend some time on the balcony looking out. At times, it may be quiet outside too,just the chirping of birds or the silent pitter-patter of the rain; but then is the time to simply stare into the distance and let my random thoughts get moving around.
What makes the very act of looking out from my balcony worth it; is to see life and activity bustling around in full swing. Some days when boredom and loneliness (a part and parcel of the long-distance communications’) strike with full force, then gazing out is almost like a healing act. I feel it’s a gentle reminder of time that life must go on. That life has always got its vigor and charm. It’s okay to feel displaced at times, but we have to recharge and get back into action, ’cause there is a lot left un-done. But then again, that’s my view.
I wonder what your morning kick-start to the day is like.