Thick fog

22jan 2021

A thick fog covers some cosmic event, insulating sights and sounds of happiness.. the rosy sheen of romance still filters through, reaching deep into the heart of the sea.. a desultory eagle wails out its call, missing the awed spectators, for none can see.. another calls out to its invisible partner incessantly.. the wind blows in chilled fury, making people shrink into themselves, seeking warmth within.. we do not blame the wind for the heat or cold, dressing ourselves appropriately.. nor does it react to our welcome or rejection.. why blame people for the same, instead of securing ourselves accordingly.. will the fog clear.. will the sun rise.. is never in question, then why do we doubt the same in our lives..