At dawn, I sat up in my bed
And questions filled my empty head.
Why in the morning did I feel cold?
It did not, I thought, in days old.
The days gone by were warm as heat
But why now was there a chill in my seat?
Why was the window wet with dew?
The sight I saw was very new.
The thick glass pane with water lined
Teased my inquisitive mind.
When the events I revised
Quite suddenly, I realised
The water drops which had me tensed
Were result of fog, condensed.
And the chill I felt everywhere
Was nothing but the Winter air.