Winter mornings: bliss and bane :)

How I hate winter mornings. Getting up from the folds of quilt early in the chilly mornings breaks my heart and I am tempted to snuggle back into it but I push my will to the max and come out of my dear bed to face the cold, dreary mornings, but all the bravado goes to hell once the blast of cold wind hits my face and makes me succumb to my senses and I enter back into my beloved bed, but since when did it start giving me time for sleeping?? So when the minimum possible time is left for me to get ready, I finally pull myself out of the bed and take out all my frustration by honouring the college people by some really nice names. But the torture still continues, the splash of cold water on the face knocks the senses out of me, but I don't give up, the fighter within me keeps fighting and finally I emerge a winner and get outside expecting the sun to shine down at me and congratualte me but no, what I get is not even a decent view, all blocked by a thick layer of fog ready to engulf me in it, turning the morning both ghostly and chilly. But all is not to complain about, there are things for which I look forward to in winter, the dew droplet on the green leaf, the feel of fog on my face, the bright colors of everyones sweaters, the warm glass of milk from mess {;)}. These are the things which make even dreary mornings as these worth remembering and missing!!!