We walked slowly through the rising mist and its muted world. Colours and sounds subdued in its soft breath as it closed in around us. The world was shrinking and yet the gathering haze seemed to soothe away our thoughts. They lifted like soft mist from trees and mountains, leaving only the space of peace. The veiled horizon hid unknown worries, and here beyond the veil lay only calm stillness. We waited for we knew not what, and even the wind was breathless. There was a beauty in this uncertainty, as though the mist protected us in silence.
Yet it also hid approaching dangers, and she appeared almost before our eyes, emerging from the near edge of our vision. There was no chance to turn, or hide in busy occupation. The sudden surprise left us exposed and revealed, and she arched a knowing brow. Just in that one twinkle of her black eye we were 10 years old again, powerless and undefended. A pounding heart sent panic racing through our brain, and all calm fled to the distant corners of thought. Vision blurred and the earth spun, and when breath began moving through our shuddering body once more she was long gone. Re absorbed into the grey mist. A wraith of our past, with ever watchful eyes piercing our present.
We walked back along the line of chestnut trees, entangled in mist and ghosts past. The movement of air through our bodies, and the firm damp earth beneath our feet, pulled us steadily into the present. We grew taller and more certain with each step, and each breath, until we had walked back into ourselves, leaving the past to itself and the rising veil of mist. Sometimes it’s best to stay firmly in the here and now, holding what we do know gently in our hands. This is all we can be sure of in a world made of the unknown.
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