"I saw old autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
~ Thomas Hood
It was a fine, fuzzy, foggy morning today. The kind that stays with you for a long, long time.
When the snugness of the comforter was tough to let go... when the day was yet to rise from its deep, enshrouded slumber... when a feeble sun was trying to kick hard through a dense curtain of fog... when the ripe air gave a bittersweet chill... when cacophonous birds lost their way to the red, juicy berries... when the blazing leaves wore a mellowed, pastel demeanor... when a strange stillness hung in the air... when the everyday monotonous walk to the coffee shop was a sprightly dance of crunch and colours... when the mellow caress of the pumpkin spice latte warmed and awoke blurred senses...
On such notes of perfection, a careworn world floated past me like a dream, in bubbles of calm and nothingness.
Let this world be. For a while, at least.