Fog

Mysterious fog, rolling over the hills and valleys, hiding secrets and muting sound. Out of the white mantle comes the song of a bird, seeming to enjoy his cool morning hideaway.. Go into this magic..hold out your hand , feel the wet and wander like a blind man. It won't last, but while it does, play with the witchcraft that is fog....... written 7/19/13 for Broken Wings' Honorable Mention contest Barbara Gorelick