Every one of us have a morning routine. I woke up to the pitter-patter of raindrops, feeling a sense of joy in me to watch the raindrops on my plants and trees, each leaf heavy with the drop of rain hanging precariously. The world around looked blurry and filled with mystery as I stepped out to be with nature. I smiled at the weird creepy cloak of mist that surrounded me. A misty rainy day, most people snuggle back to the warmth of the cozy bed, but rain and mist are closely connected to me with a unique bond that makes me want to dance in abandoned joy oblivious of everything in life. My world then looks very close, wrapped around me.
Even at half past ten in the morning, the street lights were shining in the mist covered road, with a charm of its own. The mind wanders on its own accord through the mysterious cloak of the mist covered surrounding. It was hovering like a blanket over the Adyar river, hiding the bridge and the trees around it. The misty moments filled me with an awe as I stood over the bridge looking at the cloak of mist making even the water hazy. The beautiful misty, fleeting moment that is accompanied by an unexpected rain, made the bridge and the waters breathtakingly beautiful.
The presence of mist is always magical and mysterious, it disappears just as it comes making the beholder awestruck. There is so much beauty in the mist and when it is accompanied by rain, it is shrouded and gives a eerie, haunted feeling. There is a calmness on a misty morning that is beyond any description. It hangs hiding the sky and everything around from view. The blanket of mist draped over the river making everything around it beautiful, mystic and a visual place of tranquil serenity. There is a magic in the first glimpse of the mysterious mist that is light and wispy.
The morning mist hugs the break of the day, as the silent landscape presenting a tender moment of mystic beauty. The morning mist is like pure and boundless love, breathing in the cool fragrance of the misty breeze that tickles the senses. In the hush of the misty morning, the serenity is vexing, the calm that envelops is an inviting guest for healing all the pains. They swirl and twirl around you beckoning and whispering softly; touching with a warmth and comfort to soothe the pained and scarred soul.
Even at half past ten in the morning, the street lights were shining in the mist covered road, with a charm of its own. The mind wanders on its own accord through the mysterious cloak of the mist covered surrounding. It was hovering like a blanket over the Adyar river, hiding the bridge and the trees around it. The misty moments filled me with an awe as I stood over the bridge looking at the cloak of mist making even the water hazy. The beautiful misty, fleeting moment that is accompanied by an unexpected rain, made the bridge and the waters breathtakingly beautiful.
The presence of mist is always magical and mysterious, it disappears just as it comes making the beholder awestruck. There is so much beauty in the mist and when it is accompanied by rain, it is shrouded and gives a eerie, haunted feeling. There is a calmness on a misty morning that is beyond any description. It hangs hiding the sky and everything around from view. The blanket of mist draped over the river making everything around it beautiful, mystic and a visual place of tranquil serenity. There is a magic in the first glimpse of the mysterious mist that is light and wispy.
The morning mist hugs the break of the day, as the silent landscape presenting a tender moment of mystic beauty. The morning mist is like pure and boundless love, breathing in the cool fragrance of the misty breeze that tickles the senses. In the hush of the misty morning, the serenity is vexing, the calm that envelops is an inviting guest for healing all the pains. They swirl and twirl around you beckoning and whispering softly; touching with a warmth and comfort to soothe the pained and scarred soul.
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