Mystique or Magic

Mystical dewy mornings....or hazy mellow evenings? Somehow ,even though "early bird catches
the worm, and even though me the recalcitrant was forced by mum-dad to get up early and "go
for a walk" ..i never in my whole life found mornings magical..more of half-finished sleep's
stupor.But evenings....have always been emphetamine overdose to me....the evanescent twilight
...the pink-orange colors on the horizon that darken slowly to black...i especially love
autumn evenings when the fiery orange leaves cascade all over you from deciduous trees....
i remember my childhood when i used to sit solitary on a bench in tennis court watching the
leaves slowly float down from trees in gentle breeze...wondering how many would land on my
hair if i did not move...or walking down the lane that i called sunset boulevard trying to
count the squares in fading light .
Evenings on a beach...watching sun interspersing in the sea....or evening on a hill-station
...watching sun hide behind some mountain...is a bliss personified.What's amusing though,is that most of us who love mornings don't get up early enough to
enjoy it :)