This is rather interesting. If you haven't ever done it yet, you're missing out on an invaluable experience.
Its six in the morning, but that is not what's so special about now. What is special is the experience of the night as it slowly turns into day. It is poetic how that happens. The sheen of the moon as it slowly melts into the horizon giving way to the pale pinkish glow of the first rays of the day.
Its things like this that almost make you forget the various hurdles in life, the Compres being the foremost one at the moment. They seem almost trivial if not non-existent, like you could easily overcome them.
And as I breathe in the fresh cool air of the morning, I'm filled with this awe of everything that is around us, and everything that we rarely notice. Cliches aside we really should be more observant.
Its irksome though, knowing that the pleasant breeze will soon turn into the hot and blazing loo. Well, that's Pilani. There's little we can do about it, except maybe take five baths in a day.
That aside though, the Pilani induced insomnia often works out for the best. Through the quiet beauty of the night and the serenity of the morning breeze, one can hope to attain the very allusive and crucial peace of mind.
