As much as photographers try, morning mist is something to be experienced and not capture
Though once you feel it, you may see it in pictures
Like a blanket put on by night, mist makes the creation still
Upon dawn, sun-rays filter thru the mist to wake the nature up
Though late-nights are jazzy, mornings are beautifully hazy
A cup of lime-n-honey and a window seat
I can just sit for hours watching opera called sunrise
Just as you wish, time could stop and you could just watch forever
Sun comes up with all its light and bright
Mist disappears and things start to get tight
Maybe mist is only momentary confusion before clarity
Stillness before storm, Inner-peace before kung-fu
Or maybe just a blanket of rest that come back every-night
--in awe
Gaurav
