Sounds heard whilst simmering over my bed coffee:

It is 5am.

• Magpie carolling.
• Box of bottles being emptied into a faraway metal bin.
• Motorcycle downshifting.
• Unknown bird that sounds like a notification (why dont I know which bird this is?).
• Sirens. Waxing and waning on the breeze.
• Movement clank from the roof space as the house wakes up.
• Clock ticking from down in the kitchen.
• My thoughts (Do I hear my thoughts?)
• The swish and surge of my blood.

It is 6.30am:

• Meditation bell.

“The only way to deeply feel the magnificent beauty of a beautiful morning is to be aware that this morning will never happen again and may be the last morning!”

― Mehmet Murat ildan