Morning Mist

I ventured out for a walk early this morning, just before the sun peeked over the horizon. When I opened the front door, it was still almost completely dark and the fog greeted me, quite literally, by glowing in the lights flanking the front porch and clinging to my face. I could see the droplets

Walk With Me

Sunlight found no place to break. Clear, cloudless sky gave the straight rays room to run to the pond. Across the bridge, glass below reflects and lessons the ache for a moment. Walking, wandering, ears in tune to breathing grown breathless as all the world weeps. As all retreat into fear and I cry for