Winter morning means a sweet moment in sleep.
The sound of the alarm clock wakes me up, but I wake up and fall asleep again.
Nothing wants to get out of the warmth of the blanket. As if the body is stuck on the bed like glue
But what else to do?
Life has to be managed according to the daily routine.
But this winter morning I remembered a wonderful childhood story.
The story of the Cockatoo -
When I was very young. Maybe I had just set foot in primary school.
After the end of the annual exams in December, there was no pressure to study.
So on winter mornings, my father would send young children like me to chase the birds out of the wheat fields.
Because wheat cultivation was started in our country in December.
And the grains of wheat could be seen everywhere in the land.
And to chase these birds, we had to guard the wheat fields in the morning and in the evening.
And we little kids enjoyed it too.
I used to play with the soil in the isles of the land as I wished.
It is not possible to express those feelings in words.
As soon as winter comes, those memories sway in my mind again and again. Sweet honey is said to be the feeling of childhood.