I had this habit – of waking up early; preferably before the sun came up. I like that sweet frame of time and if you look at the entire planet, this moment prevails everywhere.

The night is almost over and yet the sun or it’s “Dawn” factor is not here yet. The sky is a milder shade of black; a darker shade of purple and if there is a moon, the moonlight is gleaming like a huge lantern. And before the horizon starts getting pink and burgundy or yellow, there is a sky navy blue. You will also notice that when the night is about to end in a few short hours, the wind picks up one final time as if declaring it is the end of the day.

You get that time somewhere between 4:30 AM and 5:30 AM.

I used to love those morning walks. The night sky and the morning hue blending perfectly with the street lamps and a mild breeze. I could feel oxygen making its way into my brain.

And ever since I have moved to another location, that habit is getting put off.

I have been telling myself that I will start and that I will take short lengths at least. But that never seems to happen.

Of course, jobs and lack of sleep also adds tot he fact that I am exhausted most of the time.

I even bought a new pair of walking shoes that I am cajoling myself that I will start walking and start using. It seems that has not happened in a long time.

The sun used to peep out of the horizon by the time I would be back. And there I would be, waving at it happily.

A new day and a new opportunity.

But mostly, because I love to watch the morning sun and nature at her full splendor.

I am feeling a little guilty but this one thing has been hanging on my psyche for a long time. I need to start the morning walks.

It has been hanging heavily in the background that I haven’t started walking again.

I need to feel the morning rhythm of our dear beloved earth.

But first, I need to apologize to the sun.