Morning Walks Are Magical

Morning walks are therapeutic. It opens up your mind, clears negative thoughts and brings about a whole new freshness. As Henry Thoreau once said, “An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day”. The essence and truth behind this statement sunk into me deeply, only off-late. For a long time my mornings were marked with the stress and the madness of getting two young kids dressed and packed to school. As much as I would decide every night to pay heed to the early morning alarm, the multiple five minute snoozes on the clock ensured I got up just in time to get lunch boxes and breakfast ready, and board the kiddos onto their school buses. By the time it was all done, phew, was I exhausted. City life, crowded roads & obstacle course  Living in a city a couple of years back, my morning walks were not only impossible, but were seldom enjoyable too. Early morning commuters and their constant honking, broken footpaths, debris and garbage all around; morning walk on the street was more an obstacle course. The walk would leave me more grumpy and irritable. Cantonment life and the power of morning walks Thanks to the transfer Gods up above, I was back within the environs of a cantonment sooner than I thought. Neatly laid out roads, vast areas of free space and thick foliage, it’s a blessing to be a part of this. It served as my motivation to get myself up and about int he mornings for a brisk walk. A week of continuous push from within myself, and at the crack of dawn everyday, I splashed my face with water, brushed my hair up and was out in the open. The dim lighting across the skies, the moist air and the early cooing of the koel, in no time, it seemed the world had embraced me in a warm snug. The silhouettes of trees, and peeping between them the white sea, nature was framed within.  Morning sights, nature in a frame! Slowly the skies grew into a lighter shade of blue as the sun peeped out from behind the clouds. And that’s when the other sounds of the morning enveloped the air. The paper boy whizzing past on his cycle, the milk man tinkling his bell, and the flower and vegetable seller calling out their ware. I spotted more morning fitness freaks, gadgets et all, some running some cycling, some simply walking like me.  It was time for me to head back, to start another day, another new beginning, with lunch boxes, school bags and crisp uniforms laid out for the kids. I wasn’t sure if I had burnt any calories, but surely my mind felt fit and active. The road to bliss? Or just a happier state of mind? Ah, the day has never felt better! What is your morning magic like?  

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