A November morning.

Remembering the days when I would just forget 

about mornings 

and hide under the blankets 

till it would be dark again... 

And so very grateful 

those days belong to another dimension, 

another aeon, 

another galactic memory field...

So that I got up this morning 

only to witness the glimpse of a day 

that looked like a night,

 cos the sun had forgotten to rise,

a thick and heavy fog was crawling all over the roofs 

and the atmosphere was saturated 

with a pale ghostly silence. 

Heavenly bliss !