Early today morning a glorious sun was
rolling across the sky. I was up and running (for me this is really slow-mo
running and speedy walking) at 6.30 and by 6.45 the stretch of road in our
colony on which, if you stand (or slow-mo run or speedy walk) and look up you
can see an endless uninterrupted sky arched above you, was flooded with golden
light. The kind of light that doesn’t collect in puddles or hang suspended from
leaves, but instead suffuses what it touches all at once. If you approached the
road from a distance, you could only vaguely make out shapes that were blurred
by the light. Dodo and Pretty Boy (our neighbourhood bandit dogs) were outlined
in a golden glow as they greeted all the early morning walkers.
The sun picked out leaves and flowers and a feature on a face and a ear of a bandit dog and set them aglow while the rest of the world remained in shadow. On other roads it twinkled behind trees like a river in the sky.
The sun picked out leaves and flowers and a feature on a face and a ear of a bandit dog and set them aglow while the rest of the world remained in shadow. On other roads it twinkled behind trees like a river in the sky.
And then suddenly, it was hidden by clouds
and the morning subsided into its mellow brightness.
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