The Morning After

Sometimes you have to sacrifice to get an image. To do things you are routinely prepared to skip, do them on impulse, for the sake of curiosity or survival of your photographic essence, whichever comes first. 

For a change, wake up early, walk to an interesting destination, one with an aura of permanent popularity like a waterfall or beach and infuse your artistic being with an extra dose of organic beauty. 

I reached the pristine flow and witnessed it right on time, tranquil and clear, painted by a mystifying glow no sun or moon can claim. The sight was so surreal, the river itself had to stop and make a couple of circles before departing towards the sea.  Scented green branches diluted their reflections in its placid water, the skeletons of fallen trees slowly morphed back into daylight shapes. The mist and part of the river that managed to take off as a vapor danced softly in mid air. I trapped a little playful bird with my eyes. 

A complete mental inventory for a fairy flavored daydream. 

Even if your digital masterpiece stays short of its cerebral counterpart, how can you fail to remember the sight that can suspend all of your uncertainties, the insanely lush hazy forest and its river that wears fallen leaves like jewelry.  

Well, is there a point in getting up early? If the just spoken plea is not enough I can give you a better reason. You should do it because you still can; a fact that may not be equally true tomorrow.