5.30 am
The morning mist clings to the earth.
The warmth of the rising sun draws it to higher levels, creating stalagmite wisps floating on the pond.
In the shadows away from the pending heat thick shrouds of mist hide and wrap around the feet of the trees.
Driving along the road you can be engulfed in a blanket of illusive vapor.
A sudden rip in the blanket treats you to a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.
A few seconds later you are plunged back into ultimate solitude.
Surrounding you completely.
Tempering all sounds and sights.
A battle between the mist and the sun.
The sun won.
The world is clear again.
6.30 am
©dutch2lips
April 30th, 2006
