3:30 a.m.

I love the silence of an early morning. I like the fact that my kitchen is the only one fully lit among the neighbours’ and that I can hear the birds so crisp and weather conditions, be it the wind or rain. The spirits of nature that gets silenced by the day becomes lively. It gives me couple of hours everyday when I feel like I have the world to myself - no tv, no radio, no music, no made up noises. The sound of my movements, my steps, my hands touching on things, my clothes moving with my body, the subtle sounds infuses pleasure to the moment. The moment is so intimate, it fills with warmth and peace. The fresh air coming in through the small opening in the window is a bonus.

If 3:30 a.m. can last longer it would help some days, but time travels on schedule, it has no mercy, it has no heart, it is stoic, and works consistently to meet its goal to move us even on the days we hold up. I feel like I can’t truly parallel the speed of time. Sometimes my tempos are fast and sometimes slow. Sometimes, I hope it will take a pause and allow me to be in present longer than allowed. You just don’t have control over time but yourself. This realization has helped in so many ways to deal with life and learn about surrendering - most closest thing one can do to be in control of things we have no control over.

In the early morning hours, the devil sleeps tight, the pollution lays down onto earth and the air is clean, the noise is pleasant, my space is serene, my mind is at peace, and my body is relaxed. My happiness lives at this moment and I long for it end of every morning to meet again the next day.