There was a light mist today morning making everything look so dreamy and ethereal. It is a gift we who live away from the city and closer to the mountains (still a long distance away) are blessed with on some days in the months December and January. Even as I watched, it slowly melted away leaving the surroundings bathed in the early morning sunlight.
Once when I talked of the beautiful misty morning I woke up to one day, the person I was talking to wrinkled their brows in disbelief. Mist? But you don’t have mist in your region, they said. I cannot say for sure what that meant. Were they implying that I was lying? Or that I was making things up (pray, for what reason?)? I found myself insisting that we do indeed have mist on some days. Hearing myself I felt utterly foolish. Why the heck should I convince anyone of what I know for a fact?
It is interesting how people disbelieve others for no reason. Why do they do that, I have often wondered. Take my example. I am not in the habit of telling imaginative tales except when I write fiction. Of course I do let my imagination run wild when I make up stories of what the dogs, cats, birds in my neighborhood are saying to each other and/or to me. I even make up lines for the inanimate objects around me to say. Woman, how about giving us a bath? We look so shabby from all the dust sticking to us. That would be the curtains talking to me.
You see what I mean? Bucketful of imagination. That’s me. But the mist? It was real. Is real.
What puzzles me is why is should matter to me. I mean what is it to me if someone disbelieved a fact I stated? I know the truth and that is all that should matter. Isn’t that so? Indeed it is. But for some reason ever since the day, whenever I wake up to a beautiful misty morning, I take pictures as if for proof. May be I think just in case I run into them and the conversation veers to mist I would be able to say, Here, take a look. Then they’d look all flustered and sheepish and go, Oh! Ahh! Well…. Yup, imagination, right?
In the meantime I enjoy the dreamy view and share the pictures on Instagram 😉
© Shail Mohan 2021
Perhaps ‘those’ people don’t wake up early enough to experience the mist. Here the mist sometimes gathers thickly in the valley before sunrise and lifts as the dawn breaks then dissipates as the sun spreads its warmth. I am convinced there are a lot of people who seldom, if ever, actually see the stars and notice how the constellations move.
Lol, why didn’t I think of that! They are indeed late risers. That’s one mystery solved thanks to you, Anne! 😄