Some days start out bright and clear, others emerge only slowly from the morning mists:
And just when we think the air is clear and that we can see where we are going…
The mist gets thicker and thicker, becomes all enveloping
It is spooky here, in no man’s land. Vines dangle soundlessly in the misty void:
The vines have grown high up the trees, twisting and twirling and knotting themselves into convoluted shapes. Do the trees ever complain of the burden of weight, having to share food and water with them?
Almost unnoticed, subversively, new life begins to bud through the misty layers of the day
And when you have almost accepted the new reality of a misty, foggy world, you emerge on the other side. Oh, how clear the air, how bright the colors!
This post has been created in response to Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Misty.