There's something magical,
about misty winter mornings,
when we are venturing outside,
for our walks or driving.
The air feels cold & crisp,
being chilled to the bones,
still it felt so refreshing,
enjoying the tranquility of world.
Our eyes brighten, lips smile,
witnessing the dense fog outside,
covering surroundings like a blanket,
obscuring our vision, to see ahead.
It doesn't suppress, become overwhelming,
rather felt intimate, and welcoming,
stirring emotions, evoke nostalgic times,
the cozy moments, of childhood memories.
And I walked, through the haze,
opening my mouth, creating vapors,
unfurling imagination, reliving days,
of being a dragon, smoking cigarette.
For, here, I could see my breath,
like manifesting inner heartbeats,
while ethereal atmosphere is created,
in those special moments.
