The cold mystic air of the early morning has made its way through the broken window and into my room. It is another summer day, when you stay up all night long waiting to witness the start of the next day. Another early breaking dusk, and you are the only ear-witness for the first skulking little birds that sing the beginning of another day and the end of a short summer night, the first morning fresh and wet breath that chills your body and frosts your lungs.
Soon, the singing is tuned louder and louder, the dusk into faint rays of light and the sleeping town starts to awake. The echoed engines noise crossing the main road of the town is getting louder, the streets are no longer deserted, I start to hear some fading smiles and greetings, and I hear people opening their little shops and small businesses.
Faint rays are turning into strong twilight that have made some lonely clouds look clearer and the blue open sky more transparent. Suddenly, I lose my interest, I sit to write what I thought to be a good introduction for another morning post.But, the importance of the activity has to mitigate when I felt tired. Tired from my long night of insomnia and lack of sleep.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “August Blues.”
When I was a kid, I was keen about going back to school. Especially, after the long summer holiday during which I had been the silly, stubborn of the family who always refused to have his nap and who spent all the midday rest doing deeds for his family members.
I like the first day of going back to school after enjoying my summer, after having enough swimming and running, after playing with cousins that I only meet in summer, and after making deeds and getting beating by my parents.
I just like my first day of going back to school because I used to like school when I was a kid and because I used to enjoy my time in the summer. But, what I really like most is the new clothes, the new school bag, and the new uniform that my mother buys me. It’s a little bit silly now. But, back then when I know that tomorrow is the first day of school, I just get excited and I put all my new bag, clothes, and uniform beside my bed before I get to sleep. I don’t remember why I used to do that,but, I was always happy doing it.
I also like to meet my friends in my first day of school . I have always missed my friends and classmates during the summer. However, I used not to miss my teachers.