R is for Radiant.
Some remnants recalled of past experience:
You encounter a sanctified world if by chance you wake up early in the morning one fine day. All at once, you realize wistfully the magic you had been missing all the while. The sensuous and eerie silence of the early hour suffused with strange rhythmic otherworldly sounds engulf you into a session of divine reverie. The extraordinary hour resonates with endowments which nature has thoughtfully reserved for us. The tumultuous turmoil of the existential odyssey temporarily goes off the radar of the mind. The privileged moments steeped in uncanny spirituality lifts the self above the drudgery of daily life.
The unseen aura of pious vibes around you in the early mornings does what the unusual flavor of some ancient potion is meant to do i.e. to energize the sagging spirits and inert limbs.
Slowly the mystery of the hour is embellished with the humbling cacophony of invisible avian families starting the day with those enigmatic choruses. Yet they deepen the nuttiness of the special time zone. Your immersion in the piety of the hour is short-lived, though. Soon hypnosis caused by the unique experience is intruded upon by the creepy sounds of the waking world.
It is well said: "One small positive thought in the morning can change the whole world."
PS. Missed writing posts for two consecutive weeks due to the visit of dear ones.
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