The air is moistened...that humid whiff is playing around...drops of rain are not settled yet...that drizzling water is dripping through the window panes...there's no clue of the sunshine since many days...the chirping birds are taking their share of sheds under the window roofs...the rope line has clothes hanging for days...even if the clothes are dried, they are cold and numb, sulking with moisture...the hot ginger tea and crackled pepper chips are lying around...there is a rush of cold through the nostrils....it's much cozier to be in the velvet blanket...lethargic mind don't wanna take a step out in the mud puddles, in the showers and in the freezing breeze...it's just waiting for the sunshine to come up...It's just pondering about the beautiful lines of Alexander pope,
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned."
Some day it is hoping to awake in the morning with this eternal sunshine..May be some day this eternal sunshine will come up and erase the moisture in air, clean up everything and remove those dark specks on the mind...Somehow the mind is very hopeful about the eternal sunshine and believes in it what The shawshank redemption says "hope is a good thing...may be the best of good things. and no good thing ever dies"