The pleasant sound of birds chirping so early on this wintry morning was a blessing to the ears. Despite the chill, there was a certain quiet beauty in the stillness of the morning, as if the world itself was taking a moment to rest and rejuvenate. Under the shade of an extended roofing, Stuart sat alone in the garden, admiring the beautiful spread of flowers in silence. His feet gently tapped the floor, but the sounds were muffled by the blanket of snow under them.
He had woken up earlier than usual, even though he wasn't working today, and had come out to watch the sunrise, and just as he thought, it was beautiful. Maybe he was overthinking, but everything looked so beautiful this particular morning. The flowers, the trees whose bare branches spread out, reaching for the blue sky, the snow falling and covering the earth—everything looked beautiful, so serene and placid that it gave him an overwhelming sense of inner peace. Unknowingly, he smiled.
