It was still quiet when I woke, so I just lay there enjoying the silence with my eyes closed. I hear a door open and I think that must be the start of today in this house. I slowly turned around in bed, trying to not wake up my boyfriend. He’s still fast asleep, wonder he didn’t wake up. He doesn’t make a sound at all, but I can see him breathing. His chest going up and down. The little moves his nose makes when he breathes. I am thankful for this moment, this moment that he just lies there and that he’s alive. Alive and well, lying by my side. Please don’t pinch me…

“Beep, beep, beep”, the sound of my alarm takes me back to reality. I hurry up to shut up that phone of mine. Stupid piece of technology! Of course it woke him, but he’s used to it by now, so he continues his sleep. I am now considering if I should get up for my bike ride to the market as was planned, cause laziness almost overcomes me. But my cousin sends me a message asking if we’re still going. I say yes and get up to brush my teeth, only the teeth, the water is too cold to take a shower now. I changed my clothes and got dressed in my yoga pants and a hoody. I noticed that my sneakers have like a crocodile mouth, so maybe it’s a sign to stay home? Lazy ass thoughts popping up again. I already brushed my teeth and changed my clothes so I might as well just leave the house. I quickly kiss my boyfriend on his cheek. The only time he lets me kiss him on the cheek without wiping it away are in the mornings.

I left home about 6.30 am for the Sunday market. My mom decides to stay home today, so it was just me and my cousin. It was still a little dark outside. There was almost no one on the street, so all you could hear was the silence. And the squeaky sound my bike makes. The weather was chill. I enjoyed the wind brushing through my ears. The reason why I don’t put on music while riding my bike is enjoying just this. At this time of day even the trees are silent, when you look at them they’re a little wet from the dawn and as I imagine they are still waking up like human beings. You can hear the birds sing, as I imagine they are happy, cause at this hour, they can sing their lungs off without the busy sounds of life interrupting. I enjoy them, for me these are my happy sounds, when birds sing, it represents freedom and flying, enjoying the skies, limitless.

I decided then and there I should do this more often. Mindful Sunday mornings to be reminded. Reminded of the sounds of life we tend to overhear. The freedom we don’t see it’s there. The gratefulness that overcomes me so gracefully. Something as simple as a bike ride can be so mindful.