A Winter Morning
Winter is the coldest season of the year. A winter morning is a time when it falls cold and gets biting cold. It is misty and cold. There is dense fog everywhere. This morning is very beneficial to the protection and preservation of man’s health. Sometimes the fog is so dense the sun rays cannot get through it. Everything looks gloomy and things at a little distance can hardly be found. The mists gather in drops upon the leaves of trees or the blades of grass. The tall trees are covered with fog and they cannot be made out. They look like pearls as they glitter in the rays of the morning sun. The sun goes up and the fog melts. Dewdrops fall on the grass and look like the glittering pearls when the sun shines. The grasses on the roads and meadows are seen overburdened with dewdrops.
A winter morning is sometimes heinous to the poor, as they have nothing to wear for protecting biting cold. Dewdrops fall at night. Winter morning is a curse for old and poor people and they are obedient to bask in the sun this morning. They gather straw and dry leaves to warm themselves. A winter morning presents us with different sights of including basking, getting sunlight to warm body and whatnot. A winter morning in our land is a matter of common experience. Village children hardly have warm clothes. So they make fire with straw, sit around and enjoy the heat.
Apart from this, a winter morning presents us with sweet, juice of the date, fresh vegetables, and fresh natural foods. Winter is the season of collecting date juice from the date trees. In a winter morning, housewives make delicious and sweet cakes, pies of date juice and many other things. During the winter season, the days are short. People who have morning work get up early in the morning, as they are interested to enjoy morning best on the bed in the lap of warm cloths and wrapper. During holidays a winter morning is enjoyable. Really the diversity that we observe in the winter morning sometimes stirs us or sometimes elates us. A winter morning is enjoyable in many respects. The scene of the winter morning vanishes as the day advances.