misty mornings

smoke sky




















On way to Ennore,

The route wears an industrial look. At 6 in the morning, the mist adds to the eeriness of the place. Trains at a distance, rails showing up through the semi-transparent mist, fire from the tall chimneys which are themselves cloaked by the mist and the occasional sirens make me question whether i am dreaming or awake.

The low temperature chilled my skin, the scene chilled everything else in me.