In the ocean, I love watching the sun rise slowly out of the sea. The way the sun peeps out demurely from behind a water screen. The way the sun then exudes its brilliance with flourish, reminding me of the way a peacock unfurls its feathers before a rain dance.
Having left the ocean behind for a while, I was catching up on sleep after thirty hours in a plane. In the midst of my deep sleep, when I opened my eyes mildly, a surreal sight out of the window took me by surprise. The sun beginning to blaze the sky.
Felt like stepping out barefoot on the fluffy clouds and walking gingerly towards the alluring shades of red, orange and pink, mocking me from a distance.
Mocking me to come and explore the unknown. To feel and believe in the magical.