I woke up today, it was 7am. I didn't had anything, just this urge to go to the bathroom. I wanted to cath up on my sleep so I was a bit mad to get up at this time. But then I noticed how still the world around me was. I'm from Brazil, and fortunately my house has this big windows, and we have a pretty big yard. This is uncommon for Brazil, were everyone loves concrete. But with all the trees around my house is a place liked by the birds. They love to sing in the mornings. But today it was different, it was very peaceful. Nature was still, the day was slowly opening his eyes and being embraced by the light. The singing of the birds was soft, and my house was quiet, society was sleeping, no cars in the highway, no cars in the street, just the birds.
Maybe there's a strange kind of peace that hugs the world on Sundays morning. When everyone is trying to get back these hours of sleep they lost during the week because of work, or a party that forced them to sleep later than usual. Maybe nature gives a special prize to these that bravely go mainstream and get up early. They can see a world that is hidden from the others. The sky, the animals won't be the same after.
So, as I'm there, listening to the silence, I feel, even if it was just for 20 minutes, this peace. It wasn't an interior peace, it came from the outside. Just like a gift, falling on my lap. Who doesn't need his 20 minutes of peace? For some people that's all they'll have the whole week. I so much needed this peace, I kept it, and cherished it as much as I could. Sometimes we have to be happy with the small victories life give us, we never now which one of these will be the one that will help up to keep going!
