Day

The warm glow at the door, intensified by the morning sun beaming and then reflecting on the blank walls of the hallway, is the first colour I notice when I wake. I then look around and see the blue around the blinds – colour from the evening before, but seen from a new perspective: the hybrid of restfulness and tiredness that occupies the first few moments of the day.My eyes are heavy, lingering between the last moments of sleep and the beginning of the new day. When I close my eyes I dream of the day ahead. Idle thoughts come to mind: when will I get up? More serious thoughts arise, too: how can I comprehend the contradictions of modernity? Such thoughts pass. I haven’t had a cup of tea yet.I hear the birds sing. When the bird song recedes, I notice breath – life – is the loudest sound I can hear.I wake up to a bluer sky than I have seen in a week. I later hear that the weather for the next week is to be sunny. That reminds me: the solstice is coming soon: the longest day. We are…