Ahhh, nothing beats a glorious sunrise!!! The morning light radiating from the rising sun--especially if there are streaks of light bursting through a few clouds--would make anyone feel so grateful that he/she has eyes that can see!
Like what I do in the evening, I stop by my bedroom window for a while and notice that my [carpet of stars] has turned into an anthill. At these construction sites, work ends late and starts early . Half asleep, I can see excavators digging into the ground, shovels moving sand and gravel, cranes lifting bars and bars of steel, rollers and graders moving around the area, tipper trucks carrying construction materials, concrete mixers pouring out cement, and buses transporting masons, painters, chargehands, carpenters, and construction workers. Of course, the coarsely paved roads and the colour of desert sand in the area completes the whole picture of a busy anthill.
There are port-a-cabins neatly arrayed along the sides of the construction areas reminding me of how transient our stay on earth is. As I imagine that the architects and engineers stay only for some time in these portable offices, I am reminded that I, too, shall stay on this earth for only a short while.
Even though all the evening shimmer and sparkles have disappeared, I am glad to wake up into a view that reminds me I am alive. I have come to realize that besides the inner/personal (and quiet!) life that I've known in [my hermitage], in the office and in the libraries I visit, there exists a life out there... another kind of life, which is filled with action, energy, and hardwork.
... anthill ...
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