There is something blissful about awaking naturally before your alarm is scheduled to go off for the day. I woke up on my own terms, joyfully surprised given my propensity to depend on multiple alarms in the morning.
The sun shining with greater intensity on my window, occluded by my dark curtain, beamed outside the edges of the periphery. Shortly after awakening, I heard someone jogging outside and someone saying "Morning" aloud. I felt a little bit of joy. Greetings, especially in the early morning, evoke warmth. We're all starting our day, together.
I got out of bed and opened the curtain. Breakfast. An urge to document the moment. Now, with my window open, I see trees. A curious field in the background whose yellow colour is in stark contrast to the surrounding green grass.
When I wake up, I sometimes like to say "Good morning world. Happy [insert day here]." I have been doing this every so often for at least a few years. I say these words as a way to greet the day, in nobody's company but my own. I'm grateful for the day.