Sunday, October 19, 2014

Scramblings : Long

Long days have given way to long nights now. The dusk descends and the darkness envelopes in its folds. The dawn too is covered in a foggy misty blanket, thick and totally opaque. The extended summer has now finally given way to the sweetness of early winters. When smoked sweet potato, roasted corncob or american corn tempt the taste buds. A cup of coffee, a book in lap and a mild shawl wrapped loosely against the balmy chillness. Just sitting in the balcony in the rocking chair looking at the infinite panorama. I lack the nuisances of accomplished prose and poetry and thus fail to do proper justice to the many delights of winter ... But I crave the splintering winters, thick and numbing morning dew, swirling noon mist, rings of smoke amidst hushed whispers, words vaporizing in the mist, chimneys ablaze, fire in hearths and warmth in ...

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