There is something about the way trees sway in the morning. Naturally, because the music they hear then is much different from other points of day. By morning, I mean the time when sun has not yet touched them with its rays. This time is pure. It's magical. Very similar to the magic one feels during initial days of first love. Everything around is radiant, beautiful, mystic in curious ways and...surreal.
Last I met this stage of a day was while traveling, only last week to the land of five rivers. But then I was in a train, which does not give same experience as standing still and being just a passive spectator to the glory of the sunrise. There are tremendous preparations nature does to welcome the fiery sun. Trees jostle each other....fighting for their share of sunlight??
The winged creatures aren't as playful as they are in the later part of the day. There's some laziness that makes there flight extraordinarily beautiful. And as the charm of night is submitting itself to the grandeur of light, sky wears a colourful garb until the arrogant sun changes it into blue n white. The sun is arrogant when it reaches its zenith. Like that stage of love, which is full of pride believing that nothing, absolutely nothing can go wrong. It still is beautiful but nowhere close to the chastity it has when it 's in the process of coming into existence. 
Do empty roads and the breeze so pure make good reasons to go for a long drive? Most certainly. But driving a car is not as experiential as riding a bike at this point of time. How about a ride on, as Peter puts it, 'highly impractical, but full-of-character' bike? But Peter is not here. Nor is his Bullet. Nor is this Ahmedabad where I could have managed to get a Pulsar or Yamaha at least.
Mind keeps thinking and wandering. It does not need a Bullet nor an Alto, that I am driving right now. Speeding. Feeling the gust of cool wind in eyes, which still have the dreams of last night in them. Flyovers and flyovers. A red light here and a green light there. Few cars and buses. Cycle pedalers and walkers. Trees and trees. Speed an....ohh there comes the sun. Hiding behind those clouds. Shy? Ha. Just loves the drama! Naah i am not complaining. It's all worth it. Power, radiance, energy, hope, optimism -- it's all worth it.
There aren't too many witnesses to this exuberance. The sun still rises.
