Sunday, December 1, 2013

That misty morning…

I woke up from a dream, into a dream…

Eyes opening to the soft touch of the first light , the windows beckoned me, promising a sight so rare … I stepped out of the door,into the cool embrace of the heavy mist. There was but just one color… the world was orange around me!

The orange world as the day began

The lazy morning laid her misty mantle over the endless lake. There was no beginning…. no end … the earth had merged with the sky…

The lamps fell asleep …. with the rising sun … Leaving dew drops  from the night

As I walked along the shoulder of the waters , something other than the cold gave me shivers…. the silence mystified me . There was peace … all around…. I got goosebumps…


The cold, the mist, the silence and me

I wished to freeze in time…. to hold on to the moment… I was so in love. The slanting rays kissed the waters, scattering millions of diamonds on it ….

I got on the dock of the boat and sat down , hanging and swaying my feet as I breathed in the beauty, the calm of the surrounding….  I could now see the vague edges of the lake, the mist was slowly clearing up….

Eyeing the rising sun… from the dock

I gazed into the water below my feet…. I saw a happy girl, swinging her feet , humming a familiar tune…. Her eyes twinkled, shining to the rising sun, enjoying her secret moment before the world wakes up around her, that misty morning….