Misty Morning

White misty fog
shrouds the buildings
The once familiar landscape
changes form

The world seems more manageable
dealing with one small section at a time
rather than endless congested expanses

There is a hush in the fog
sounds become distant
less important
and I sink inside myself so easily

then connections become clear
and I know that the universe
lives through me
and gives me life

I love these misty mornings

? Michaelette ?

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