So I woke up to the morning bliss this morning. I sometimes wonder what's really a 'good morning'. A good morning for me is when I wake up without any hurry to go to the office. I have enough time to relish the dream I was having when I had to wake up to take a leak. Come back from the restroom and go back to bed even when im not feeling very sleepy. But just enjoy how good it feels to have that extra hour of sleep.
This morning I woke up to a dream of Erie. My first home in US. I loved that place. Its just the kind of place I like. Sober, No life, everything moves slow, you need to wait for a while to see a guy walking down the street. That's the kind of place that grows on me. I get all the time I want to reflect on my life. Erie was one of those places where I used to wake up look outside the window at the light flurry of snow, feeling the chill and I actually thought 'this is something i'll miss later on'.
Most of the time in our lives we start missing something that we never knew we were going to miss. But Erie was unlike that. Now this first saturday of December 2009, I had that feeling again. Life's good.
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