Paragraph A winter morning
The morning
shows the day-perhaps the saying is most appropriate in connection with a
winter morning which, almost invariably, is enwrapped in fog and smog, deterring
sunshine so as to make one feel as though the earth were covered with a
mysterious canopy of half-visible darkness. The morning, thought of
figuratively, can be described as the womb of the short-lived cool day that
will follow. A walk in such a morning gives an uncanny feeling of exotic
pleasure-pleasure felt from outside the body. Eyesight fails any distance. The
sun, as a result, if seen at all, is seen to be very effortfully peeping
through the heavenly curtain of smog. People and children, particularly those
living in the villages, rush around in search of a “slice” of sunshine, which
they consider sweeter than honey. Some lazy fellows, however, ruminate the
remnants of their last-night’s dreams enwrapping themselves obstinately in
blankets. As far as I am concerned, a winter morning is unnecessarily too long.
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