Farewell Fabulous Fog

The morning was enrobed in this ethereal mist – white and translucent, gauzy and delicate, gloomy and gorgeous. Like a bride’s veil, the city seemed to be hidden away from the view of the rest of the world. No flights could land. No, they couldn’t spot the city. Everything was delayed. There were traffic jams on the road. Yet, fog is so beautiful that every inconvenience can be excused.

I like a foggy morning. It makes me like my tea better. I can’t see the tall building in front of my house. A semblance of idyllic isolation surrounds my balcony. Suddenly I am not living in a big city. Suddenly I am not surrounded by high rising condominiums. Suddenly peace seems to replace all hurried, human activity. I am suspended in a self-deceptive solitariness and I love it.

Winter went by too soon. Suddenly its warm and my coats are whining in the cupboard. They will again be subject to months of suffocation with the unbearable smell of naphthalene. My heart goes out to them. Hot milk won’t be so much fun anymore. Walking in the chilly evening will not be a secluded activity anymore. The walking tracks will be thronged with multitudes of people every evening. The charm of the cold, the biting wind in the middle of the night and the dead of the morning will disappear. Everything will become warm, hot, burn and char. Yes I hate summer. It makes me sluggish, least inspired and most cranky.

Bye bye cool morning breeze, colorful socks, velvet blankets and hot chocolate.

Hello sweaty, sticky days, skin breakouts and tissue paper overdose. I so did not miss you.