On a Friday Morning

There is an awkward feeling right there, under my chest. My heart rhythm has changed. It is dancing to the tune that has been there all along, but went unnoticed. Do you want to know what my perspective on life looks like? I love walking under the morning sun. I imagine how its rays reach me and touch my skin. I get sun kissed. I look around and see green trees, green grass, dandelions and roses. I hear birds chirping about their business. I smell summer. When it rains, I raise my head so that the drops can touch my face. I get rain kissed. All of this is happening while, I walk from metro to my work place. Do you want to know what the real picture is? There is a highway with hundreds of cars exhaling carbon dioxide, which mixes with the dust of the city and forms into a grey cloud that makes me suffocate. The wind blows the dust right in my face and I feel powdered in sand. The car signals break the silence and I rush to get to work. That is the real picture. Nothing has changed really, except my perspectives and the rhythm... And good lovely morning!