Tiny Arteries

The sun has yet to come out.. the sky looks overcast with half a blanket of grey unbroken cloud cover.. the birds seem to be calling out to the sun earnestly.. and here it comes.. a beautiful diffused orange.. piercing the grey.. muted.. complementing the mood of the sky.. waves of clouds reflecting in its hushed visage.. slowly it rises.. a poetry in motion.. a song in the sky.. a melody .. a painting.. a beautiful orb that calls out for a glimpse at its soul.. a core that speaks to us.. enjoys the happiness in our eyes.. eyes that are always shut in deference to its brilliance otherwise.. the wires stretch across the roofs of the buildings like tiny arteries connecting the life of the city.. there is so much i need to learn.. but for that i need to practice not rush across the hurdles of my mind.. everyday a new resolve.. everyday a new justification.. we are very good lawyers.. and have the power of conviction..so lets just fight our own case now..