A cold  misty morning...any one waking up from sleep will want to look out through the window. And when you look out tilting your head a bit, feeling the cold metallic frame of the window...you see a a little sleepy bird yawning...sitting on the tip of a narrow little branch. A cool breeze slides down your face, brushing your hairs away...you look far into the horizon and gazes upon the deep blue sky touching the far away hill tops...you see birds flying in the morning sky fluttering their restless wings...the sun has bathed the blue sky in its orange rays...and the greeny vegetation has only begun to gain its greenness from the darkness left on them by last night...