Morning opus

Waking up to a morning dream is living in a reverie for a moment.
Divinities conspired and a handful of relevant stars just clicked into the right location to blossom the moment.
Like behind a roaring cascade the monsoon poured torrents between the foliage outside and picture of contentment within. Mommy Catty nodded off looking at her trio of kitties congealed into a happy and warm pool of purrs hugging a pair of boots. Either armpits of mine had warm curls of a cat each when a dream illusioned a fragment of happy unreality.
27-7-2013

The morning palette

Another morning rolls in to drench me with the sounds, smells, and experiences of this city. The window of green leaves, cloud of sparrow twitters, and purring kitties at my belly is a contrast to the impatiently honking and hurrying torrent just across the balcony.

I will soon dive in and kayak through the rapids of petrol, diesel, CNG and God knows what fumes. I'll jostle on auto-pilot and think of work till I reach my coop for the day. To exchange life and time for baubles to continue the moebius strip.

Another morning will soon be there...