foggy mornings

I'm definitely not a morning person but foggy, blistery, winter early mornings are somehow an explanation for my eccentricity...

I started my day to a Bo Bice song instead of the customary sound of Carrie Underwood in the car with me belting out my off-key accompaniment, I tried to logically reason that it was not idiotic if I wanted to give a beggar-uncle money at the Jail Road-Canal intersection because I found him cute, I had a very serious (and seemingly normal at that time!) discussion about whether that white-ish, golden-ish 'thing' hanging in the sky partially subdued by the thick mist was the sun or the moon, I explained that taking in deep breaths when it's just cold and when it's also foggy yield totally different results, I thoroughly enjoyed the walk from the parking lot to the warm labs in the library building despite chattering teeth and my frozen self and, as ashamed as it makes me now to admit it, I even claimed that I was looking forward to studying microeconomics over the weekend!

...And all this achieved in just over an hour of being awake!

But I also thanked God for the millionth time for making me live in Lahore, where the most secretive, misty, mind-numbingly chilly, so-called depressing mornings and late nights of the winter months make me feel more alive than anything else in the world. The beauty of the morbid silence and loneliness that engulfs when treading the dewy grass or frosty paths is uncomparable; the biting, brutal cold that pierces through the warm layers of sweaters deep down into the soul and spreads through the body like poison is a much more heart-warming feeling than all the love in the world...am I merely an unconventional individual? Or do wintry mornings actually make me crazy?!!