Fog enchants me.
As I walk through it slowly I feel it embracing my skin. Kissing it and bounding away from me.
A few steps in front of me I cannot see anything but the street disappearing.
The autumn leaves weep from the heft of it. Until the fog changes into falless rain and it drips and lands at my feet.
I breathe deeply and my breath comes thick from it. I can feel it warm on my tongue and slide into my lungs easily. I breathe again, taking more inside of me.
I slow and still and tilt back my head.
My hair is loose and flows down my back.
I stand beneath a tree that writhes with age. My nails bite into its bark and my fingers rub at its rough skin.
My eyes are open and I cannot see past the hulk of its leaves. Brilliant orange and red. So bright surrounded by mindless fog. But which is the beauty? The leaves or the fog or the entwining of both..
I can smell the smoke from a fireplace seep through the fog and tickle at my nose. I breathe deep and my heart warms from it.
It brings to minds families and lovers old and new.
I watch as a single leaf detaches and spins and bounds off of the fog. It stills once and then alights with grandiose.
I smile as it dances.
Twirling and sputtering and lifting in breezes thick with intent.
It lands upon my hair. I feel it settle there and my lips part as I laugh. My hand lifts to touch it and I leave it there as I walk.
My coat slips down my arms and I let it fall to my wrists. Cool kisses against my skin.
As I turn towards my home I wish to sit outside forever. My feet slow and I hum into the thick air.
My hair is wet and my clothes are damp.
As I walk inside It is much too warm. too dry.
I hum beneath my breath and walk outside again.
