season of mists

We're going through that phase of winter in North India where the entire region is enveloped in thick fog, to the point where at times you can't see what's ten metres ahead of you. Nothing is flying. Nothing is moving. And when they are, they're hideously out of schedule. It's the kind of weather we used to read about in the newspapers in our childhood and sigh, because their schools would extend the winter vacation while ours would not.

It's the first time I'm witnessing this in three years, and while I admit that it's incovenient, I'm also secretly very excited about it. Fog! Zero Visibility! Whee!