Awaking oneself early, when dawn is yet to kiss the sky, when full moon is there but somewhat unattractive, and when cool breeze gentally hit your face, is pure moment of morning delight. But I like the way birds awake each other in the silent hours of pre-dawn.
They say souls are blessed in such moments of silence and grace. This tiny window of time, ephemeral but blessed, may reflect the face of nature what have been buried long ago under the wastes and noise of urban dwelling.