One August Morning

One August Morning

by James Habitan

One August morning

 I woke up despite the cold air surrounding my room.

 I looked around before rising myself from bed. 

I opened the window and smelled the sweet morning breeze. 

I yawned and yawned some more 

I went upstairs to the roof deck

 and saw to my amazement a very beautiful place. 

Created by the morning fog of the cool August winds

 and combined with the picturesque sunrise

 coming out from the foggy Cainta mountains. 

The neighborhood looks peaceful in silence. 

Not one noise except for the chirping of the mayas. 

I hear no dogs barking,

 but the buzz of flying bees somewhere near my garden.

 I felt peace. 

As I looked up in the sky, I see clouds

 Clouds that are touched by the sun's rays. 

The sky is orange mixed with blue

 while everybody else are still in their beds. 

As if time stood still at 6 in the morning

 I stayed up there as long as I could. 

Looking around, thinking very deeply

 A sense of ease came running unto me.

 How I wish this would never end. 

Ah, the cool breeze of the seasonal air. 

How I wish I could relive that moment again.

The moment of that...

One August morning.