FOGGY MORNING

Early morning.

Fog formed overnight.

Its veil is hanging between branches.

Hovering above the grass.

Silence.

Mother Earth holds her breath.

Fog wanders over her.

A moment of stillness.

Captured in a white, grey cloud.

Mystical. Magical. Out of this world.

Then the spell breaks.

The veil lifts.

And the sun greets us again.

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The magic of foggy mornings and days..For most fog is depressing and haunting..but for me its a magical moment of silence and beauty..The way fog hovers over everything..covers the world with a veil..its like another world..different, unknown, deep..When it lifts, everything seems more clear..as if the veil over my eyes has been lifted too…🌈