in the night the mist came stole our valley – left nothing but the sound of sea where forest and hill should be over tea we discussed the matter my dragon breath billowing with the breath of trees huddled close against the starkness of all-sky from deep within the mist above the pushing sea birds…
today the world keeps its secrets shrouds it valley and hill in mist leaving only the mountain tips sunlit sentinels watching for the turning of the light.