Its 4am in the morning i’m sitting by the window and staring outside.
What it is ? Looks like a canvas.
Nearly still. No touch needed to spoil the scene.
It seems projecting and radiating….
With cuckoo sound from far away and air gushing along leaves… with stillness and composure to inculcate….
It has vibes.. every sort of positive.
My daily tensions seem unavailable even when i tryna recall…. the.morning seems coming into me.. seems a natural expression of what is felt like “happiness”.
The morning is a fresh canvas..let’s paint the day😇