As I climb these steps that lead to the terrace, it’s 5 in the evening. I’m first greeted by the bright sun, its rays hitting almost every corner of life, lighting it. The clouds formed the weirdest, yet interesting patterns and try to decipher them into shapes and figures to make meaning out of it. I see my neighbors bringing their chairs and stools outside in their balconies and enjoy their evening masala chai.
Now I sit down on the terrace, filled with cement and concrete broken into a million pieces due to the low maintenance of this space over the many years. Listening to the birds nearby, singing over each other, trying to find harmony. The sound of the light breeze passing by, cooling my warm skin, and it’s almost a foreign feeling. A small monkey was holding onto its mother for dear life as they tried to find some shelter high up on the tallest tree. The wind now picked its pace, making the many leaves on the trees dance, giving it life. The sky is now filled with reds and oranges and pinks and purples and blues. The sun sets and it’s 6 in the evening.
You can choose your own magic hour. The magic hour for me is 5 to 6. It is this hour when I sit alone, shut my mind off, and just enjoy the sounds and sights of nature. It has truly become my favorite part of every day.
This is beautiful Sukriti, I, my self have taken the time to spend meaningful time in nature every single day.
And it has been the best time. Just connecting will my five senses. I observed so many different species of birds, different phases of trees, buds, fruits, flowers, shedding leaves. Nature connection has been very therapeutic during this lockdown