Foggy Mornings

Misty doors, roads, and trees
Every particle starts to freeze
And I stand here with my coffee
Enjoying the view as I see
A blanket of fog moves ever so slowly
And I stare at it waiting for you
Someone to come and melt me
And still how I wish to keep this intact
I don’t know what troubles me more
The cold or the inevitable .

It’s the time of the year when the mighty cold starts surrendering to the mightier sun. And I start missing those pretty foggy mornings as soon as they are gone. I have been laughed at for calling those moist and cold mornings pretty by my fellow inhabitants. But nothing could stop me from gazing into wide horizons waiting for some mystical character to suddenly appear.

I do like sunny days too. And I am privileged enough to spend those chilly mornings sitting inside a temperature-controlled room sipping warm coffee. And I have enough layers to protect me from getting sick. But as I read somewhere, we love these comfy things thanks to the extreme weather waiting for us outside. Like we only understand our blessings after times of hardships.

So, the foggy mornings have now become a thing of the past. And as I walk through these sunny mornings, stripped of the weight of those heavy sweaters and jackets, I find myself counting the months before those dreamy sunrises would greet me again. I know it won’t be any sooner and months of scorching temperatures lie ahead. But yeah, I guess that takes me back to my point. You are truly grateful for your blessings, only after facing adversities.