Yesterday’s walk through the woods.
Misty scenes always appear with an inherent promise that all will be revealed.
A Word Picture:
Surrounded by mist. A strange silence permeates our neighbourhood. All is still. Then, distant and familiar noises greet my ears and dead leaves on the sidewalk are whipped into life by the breath of a sudden breeze. I walk hunched over, hands in pockets marvelling at the appearing shapes and forms.