Still dark. Pull on shoes, mind set, you are a machine. Roll out of bed and straight onto the road and then it's just you and the sky and the darkness and the gravel sparkling under your feet like a million stars. No bird; the occasional dog barking in the distance but nothing disturbs this infinite silence, this all-encompassing freedom. You are shut out from the rest of the world in your moving brackets, a moment in time encapsulated forever. Wind on your face and you love it even though you hate wind but today for some reason it's different, the challenge is exhilarating, you're flying, no thoughts, nothing. Just emptiness and yet this incomprehensible satiation that you never want to question and that you never want to lose. This is what it means like being close to God. Only you and the sky and the road and Him and you want to cry with the sheer beauty of it, the sheer simplicity of this dance, one-two-one-two rhythm. Heart pounds. Hair in face. Sweat in the crook of the elbow. Everything is perfect. You will never tire.
Motion.
Round the same corner and you know every house by its smells and the exact sounds of the people only now starting to wake up. Every minute is precisely timed. The darkness is dissipating and then you see it, every morning it never fails to amaze you, those colours in the sky. Slowly. And the loud voice of the muazzin reverberating in your ear as you pass the mosque, and your feet follow those praises to God. Each a song, a poem in its own right. You want to live with this melody. You want to die with it.
Faster.
The day cannot begin if this doesn't happen. It's the starting point, the initiator, the origin from which everything else spawns. You are giving birth to beauty, frail thing. Fragile, and perfect. A sparrow in the wind.
(WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS GETTING READY FOR SCHOOL MUAHAHAHA I AM A SKIVER)
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