Not fog exactly
not full rain either
even when stopping
wiper blades silent
moving down the road
Driving, moving
within the mist, the blanket
the bubble of the low clouds
the green of the forest
reaching
reaching out to us
Within the mist of the
morning
the verdant woods around me
surrounding, calling
reaching out to us
leading us onward
out in the world
Edited October 12, 2013
Within the Mist – v2
May 23, 2011
Within the Mist
driving on Route 93
New Hampshire
May 23, 2011
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