The Winter Sun

A strong, hot Sun, on a cold wintry morning, burning the uneasy dampness of the last night, and spreading the warmth of a new, beautiful day.  The dew, slowly lifting off the leaves, and becoming one with the air around. The bright light, filtering through the windows, into our homes,  sprawling and stretching itself across the floor, the carpet and the verandah.  The Tulsi herb, smelling the heat in the atmosphere, and finally letting go of some of its flavour, in thin wafts of invisible fragrance-welcoming you as you walk in, to hang some washed clothes on the line.  And you stay in there, for a few minutes more, encouraging the golden rays to reach your bones and to shake off the sleepiness; and to wake you up, to a new day ahead.