A Foggy Morning
A Foggy Morning
One January morning when I woke up from sleep I was
overjoyed to see mist all around our
neighbourhood. The city was covered with fog.
The houses on the other side of the road looked
hazy. The cars had the headlights on and some
even had the yellowish fog light on. It created
an eerie atmosphere. There was no strong breeze
so it was not cold but just foggy. I could see
the outline of our milkman cycling along the
road and continuously ringing the bell. I could
not clearly see his face or the colour of his
clothes through the mist. It was difficult to
see anything twenty feet away. It looked as if
the entire place was covered with a cool screen.
The rays of the sun could not pass through the
fog easily. But the light created a certain
colourful hue. The air was cool and pleasant. I
went and stood on the verandah watching and
admiring the amazing beauty of nature when my
mother came looking for me. It was time to leave
for school. I was quite delighted to walk
through the foggy morning to school.
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