Other than Breakfast before subuh, one of my most enjoyable morning routines : admiring one of the highest level of arts.
Watching this regularly, some thoughts came to mind. The fajr skies feel so similar to a growing baby. Few minutes differences brought us to many different colors. They change a lot and fast, and there’s no way to return to the same colors anymore.
Maybe that’s why they call it the golden period.
Meanwhile, the sad news of the passing of Eric Carle, the legend who wrote A Very Hungry Caterpillar got some space in mind too. Thinking of him as the eyes watched today’s sunrise.
“One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and – pop! – out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar”.
“Simplify, slow down, be kind. And don’t forget to have art in your life – music, paintings, theater, dance, and sunsets”.