Waking up on a winter morning

"Well, this is Winter. Isn't it?" he said. "WELL, I am not so sure" she replied. "Come out in the balcony and have a look for yourself."

And there it was. First time in the season. After having waited through out for white blanket that used to cover everything in winter mornings, today the elusive and evasive came back with panache, lending some authenticity to the season. What is Winter without having a single day of foggy envelope, the smell of the mist and homogeneity of the colour white in the morning , that it seems ages ago sometimes used to stretch till afternoon.

Winter is the season. But here it doesn't feel in the plenitude of sunshine during the day. The sun as warm as could be on any other season's day , perhaps as in spring. That's also because I have lived in different geographical locations than this one before but most importantly, it is about the global change in the weather due to the heating up of the atmosphere caused due to our human actions. Our idea to excel at a meteoric rate, neglecting the consequences has started showing its effects and this is what we have done to us, the seasons do not feel as they used to before. 

And therefore, when the season's first fog greeted me, I welcomed it with a huge smile on my face. The sheer sight of chalky mist enthused my complete being. I started thinking of titles of my next posts. I only wish you don't go away so soon.