the mists

Morning Fog  

I love the dense earth scent when fog envelops  everything.   

I awoke this morning not fully in my body, wondering if i was still dreaming, as everything was dreamscaped.    

Zappa my black cat, lounging next to me, purring intently, one arm on my face.   Zeppelin, his loyal brother, sitting on my chest, eyes as big as an owls peering into mine, tapping my face.  wakey wakey.

.my lovely 4 legged beloveds were waiting for me.   Gimli greating me with his usual morning  melody of howls.  Dain, his elderly father, tail wagging, lumbers thru whining in excitement.

our morning ritual begins. 

the walk thru the neighborhood was refreshing. the mists hung low.   the neighbors houses shrouded in mists.  in the  deep distant  mists, the crows  greeted me with morning prayer.  

-as i walked closer to the pond, i wondered if it truley ever existed....

for the   the pond and  Island were now, no  where to be found.  

Dense Fog rolled thru the land,  shrouding all in Mystery.  

The Geese were  heard, but not seen,  flying out of the Mystery, honking loudly and flying low.

ah...  how i  love this sleepy time of year.   the earth so rich w life and decay.  

reminders of the delicate balance of Life.  

the Whispers of the Winter  being spoken amongst the Trees..

What secrets do they have?

Preparring for the long Descent to Winter. 

Where Will it Take you?

What Will You Work on.? 

Twilight is Here.