The Mist of the Hollow

The mist in the hollow quietly floated with a eery look of a ghostly apparition. The rising of the golden sun will turn the tide and frighten the apparition away until night and early morn when it comes out to romp, stomp, oomp, and play. As the truck comes across the gravel road stirring up dust from the lack of rain adding a layer and frosting on the cake of the mist that floats absorbing all that dust or at least it seems. Now the dust floats away on air currents and is then breathed into all of nature's lungs to irritate them..