Waking up early morning has proved to be therapeutic for me. I'm used to sleeping without the air-con on, despite this morbid weather. Given there were a few fitful nights of discomfort as I lay in mild perspiration, I'd say the nights are generally cool enough to make me sleep like a baby till the alarm goes off at 7 in the morning. What I enjoy the most, though, is waking up to the smell of fresh air as I peek out of the window. As the rays of sunshine begin to seep in and illuminate the neighbourhood, I immersed and basked in the serenity of the moment. Then, like the sun, the people trickled into motion. There it was - the neighbourhood unfolding itself before me, like an animal sprung into motion, like a baby awoken from the sweetest dreams, and like a flower blooming into its full glory. I let the gentle breeze caress my face as I closed my eyes and take in a deep breath.
It was a moment of seraphic peace.
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