Breeding Lucidity: The New Sunrise

I am awake. It is 6am and I am awake. How many times have I seen the sunrise now? Countable. Definitely countable. Most times I've stayed up till 6am to see the sun rise. Just like today. But there seems to something different about it all today. As though the sunrise is not just a mundanely magnificent act in the heavens. There seems to be something different. A sense of liberation. Ok. I am stretching it a bit too much I suppose. Maybe the light is bestowing a new perspective on ancient things. Yes. That could be it. A change in my attitude. A new lens. A clean one this time. One which has been marred, and positively so, only with the lessons learnt over the years. Lessons, yes. Not cynicism or anger or prejudice or the frustration at the inexplicable. This time it does seem to have a positive spin - lessons. Yes. Experience. Oooh. That sounds better. Makes me sound all wise and enlightened. Experience. The sun creeps in with a renewed vigour. Ok. Now I am imagining things. How would I know if this isn't the sun's normal dose of enthusiasm? But then again, I'd like today to be special. To be the dawn - not just literally as for everyone around me but a metaphorical one especially for me. Why? I don't know. Maybe I need a change. A new pair of glasses. A new sense of excitement about the world. Yes. That'd be nice. Now, Kuchhu where are my glasses?

Kuchhu reference: A character in a story in CBSE textbooks about a man who was very forgetful. Kuchhu, if I remember correctly, was his helper. In this particular instant, he had been wearing his glasses all the while he was searching for them.