The air was unseasonably warm and humid for a November morning and the autumn colors seemed muted and gray in the morning fog.
The patchy fog was so thick, it was easy to imagine that I was walking amongst the clouds, weightless and without a care in the world. Only the solid ground beneath my feet brought me back to a sense of my reality. A reality that is anything but weightless, ever moving, ever full of lists of things that have to be done.
It was through that ethereal dream-like atmosphere that I walked along, where I was continually met with a sense of wonder and delight as dark forms cloaked in a hundred shades of gray...
sprang to life as I drew nearer.
Vibrant colors emerging from their wispy cloaks...
and reminded me that life is beautiful and solid ground isn't such a bad place to be.
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you are a poet! This was a beautiful expression of the ethereal nature of late Fall.
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