Early Morning - Blog Posts

Virginia Water, UK

I play DnD now. Its wack

I want to sleep, but my blood sugar won’t let me

My coffee had a cute drawing on it this morning!

Shubh prabhat Sabko mere pyaare Tumblr wasiyo..................😌🌅

When to study?

Is it better to study in the night or early in the morning? Either way, I hope my math hw gets done

Morning cuppa #amateur #hot body

Im that goth baddie too hot to handle

Beauty in the details ✨

GIFs by Ryan Pernofski

『仙台おもてなし花壇』

休日の早朝。

人通りのない、少し寂し気な定禅寺通りを抜けて、近くの公園へ。 爽やかな光に溢れた定禅寺通りには、静かな時間が流れています。

『仙台おもてなし花壇』の看板が添えられた、丁寧に手入れをされた小さな花壇には、可愛らしいお花たちがにこやかに肩を並べていました。こんな、街のささやかな心遣いが嬉しかったりします。

いつの日か、このおもてなし花壇が、訪れた人たちを笑顔にできる時がくるといいなあ。

『Hospitality flowerbed of Sendai City』

Early morning of the holiday. I go through Jozenji street to the nearby park. The Jozenji street is filled with fresh light and quiet time flows. I find a small flower garden with a 『Hospitality flowerbed of Sendai City』 sign. The flowerbed was carefully cared for, and adorable flowers stood side by side smiling. I am happy with the small consideration of the town. One day, I hope that this small 『Hospitality flowerbed』 will make visitors smile.

『蒸気霧に包まれて』『Wrapped in steam fog』

霜が降り、朝冷えのする早朝の月山池。

蒸気霧に包まれて、幻想的な姿を見せてくれました✨

澄みきった空気が冷たくて気持ちいい♪

陽が昇り始めると、辺りはポカポカと暖かくなってきます。

池の周りを歩いて戻ってくると、蒸気霧に代わって、太陽の光が水面をキラキラと照らします✨

釣りを楽しむおじ様たちがちらほらいて、「寒いけどやめられねえ～！」

そう言って、クシャっと笑うおじ様たちに癒され、自分も思わず笑顔になった、素敵な朝のひと時でした♪

2020/11/15

Gassan pond where it gets frosty and chilly in the morning.Wrapped in steam fog, Gassan Pond showed a fantastic appearance✨

『少しずつ少しずつ秋色へ』

街の中のオアシス　勾当台公園

ほんのりと色づいた木々の葉と、緩やかに弧を描くベンチ下の落ち葉が、澄んだ心地よい秋の空気を感じさせてくれました。

『Little by little, it becomes autumn color』

Oasis in the city. Kotodai Park. The slightly colored leaves of the trees  and fallen leaves under the bench that draws an arc made me feel the comfortable autumn air.

名もなき公園の早朝は

お掃除ボランティアの長靴おじさんと

アジサイに囲まれて

楽しそうにおしゃべりするおばさんの

素敵な憩いの場所でした

Peace is a feral feeling and that is all I know

I’m hungry but it’s 1am and I don’t want to wake up my parents as I fumble around the kitchen for thirty minutes as I try to find something to eat.

I wanna make a mistake, why can’t I make a mistake.

I was pretty excited to capture this video of a bird of prey (some type of hawk, I believe) taking off one early morning. Pardon the quality, but I still think it’s cool.

My beautiful flower garden 🏵️

The flower of night 🌃

And Mrs chidiya

And at last, an early morning moon

Sayonara ~

An early morning

Sayonara ~

Pictures I clicked during early morning:

They r so beautiful, don't u all think? Sayonara ~

Journal entries

25th June,

Pardon the hand that once wrote with astonishing impudence that sunsets were better than sunrises. I had woken early this morning with the sole purpose of watching the sun rise and stumbled drowsily up to the terrace, expecting a glaring orb of sunflower tints, but was pleasantly surprised when a golden and blue frenzy of cloud met my gaze. I caught my breath and spun around, inhaling all the delightful freshness of the dawn. The sky was entirely covered in a single expanse of white cloud, breaking away here and there to reveal some soft lavender or violent cobalt. I strolled over to a ledge and seated myself upon it, my foot dangling a few foot above the ground, preparing to lose myself in a reverie. The place where the mountains usually were was shrouded in a fog so thick that the only things visible were the glistening peaks of the far off valley. I found myself thinking of the sea, for the entire thing seemed to be an elaborate imitation of the ocean. In the indented wave of the soft white cloud, in the unpredictable changes of tint, in the light twinkling upon the slim corners of a half broken drift, in the glints of the half risen sun from behind a pale golden shroud, every where I turned, there it was. And the sun ascended leisurely, flooding the mist covered valley with a light that transformed the whole range into a dreamy golden harbour. I have fallen in love with gold, not the crude yellow of the metal, but this intoxicating hue which has now adorned the sky with its gorgeous shades. And so the prodigal son has returned, I whispered under my breath, as my eyes traced the path of a swallow across the scene. I looked at the sun until tears started to my eyes and I could no longer bear the scorching intensity of her gaze, whereupon an old friend of the squirrel tribe wandered across to say good morning and all was forgotten and I now sit here, as a cool breeze blows, twirling a loose strand of hair and writing.

I once thought this was a very pretty tree, so I took a picture