Morning: Time and Dr Leonidas
Morning
The sun rose in a hurry, as if trying to make up for setting so early the evening before, bouncing into the sky line like a great fiery yo-yo and sending what was left of the moon packing. The sky, with blatant disregard for the overuse of alliteration, was a brilliantly bright baby blue, and perched picturesquely on the leafty branches of the trees in the park below, birds sang. A bit like Britney Spears without the eye candy.
Another wish of mine is granted. Morning, after all is all a patient could wish for to see everyday. For us, morning is a new day, new hope and new life. We are all stuck in this building where you can hear sirens everyday outside and the weeping sound of men inside the building. This building is like any other building in the city of Big Apple. It is artistically built. It has many doors, windows and ventilators. The rooms are furnished with descent articles of furniture. But the furniture in this building is different from household furniture in many ways. Each room is provided with different styles of beds.
The surroundings of this building were quite attractive, neat and clean. Unlike houses, each room has a garden in front of it. It adds to the beauty of the building. But there is one special place in this building where I love to hang out and enjoy my morning. It’s like an urban forest where you can see the breath taking view of the massive skyscraper of Big Apple and at the same time surrounded by the greens. Sometimes, I would lay down on the floor that is covered with artificial green and smell the fragrance of different flowers. Today I decided to sit on the wooden bench. It was the kind of bench where young Romeos took their sweethearts at sunrise, in the fervent hope that the romantic view of the sun setting higher than any skyscraper in this city. Except that I don’t have any Romeos.
I would always spend hours and hours here to enjoy myself as if I’m sitting on top of the world. When I look around and all
The sun rose in a hurry, as if trying to make up for setting so early the evening before, bouncing into the sky line like a great fiery yo-yo and sending what was left of the moon packing. The sky, with blatant disregard for the overuse of alliteration, was a brilliantly bright baby blue, and perched picturesquely on the leafty branches of the trees in the park below, birds sang. A bit like Britney Spears without the eye candy.
Another wish of mine is granted. Morning, after all is all a patient could wish for to see everyday. For us, morning is a new day, new hope and new life. We are all stuck in this building where you can hear sirens everyday outside and the weeping sound of men inside the building. This building is like any other building in the city of Big Apple. It is artistically built. It has many doors, windows and ventilators. The rooms are furnished with descent articles of furniture. But the furniture in this building is different from household furniture in many ways. Each room is provided with different styles of beds.
The surroundings of this building were quite attractive, neat and clean. Unlike houses, each room has a garden in front of it. It adds to the beauty of the building. But there is one special place in this building where I love to hang out and enjoy my morning. It’s like an urban forest where you can see the breath taking view of the massive skyscraper of Big Apple and at the same time surrounded by the greens. Sometimes, I would lay down on the floor that is covered with artificial green and smell the fragrance of different flowers. Today I decided to sit on the wooden bench. It was the kind of bench where young Romeos took their sweethearts at sunrise, in the fervent hope that the romantic view of the sun setting higher than any skyscraper in this city. Except that I don’t have any Romeos.
I would always spend hours and hours here to enjoy myself as if I’m sitting on top of the world. When I look around and all