We feel it descend, we see it, as the damp particles surround us, there is a quietness in the air, a stillness, an earyness... the ability to only see what is in front of us clearly, the distance hazy and out of focus... we strain to see what might be out there in the mist, the light helps us spot something yet frustratingly it remains unclear, we get a sense yet not the full picture. What can we do that helps, can we blow it away, swoosh around to try and clear this damp blanket that surrounds, do we move toward the light to find clarity, do we sit and wait for it to pass taking shelter mean while, do we rest and reflect, do we find beauty in this space, or fear it's very existence... like the mist my thoughts swirl around, what might I find in here .....
- jennrivett