I move through the fog
Listening through the heavy mist
Blinded by my sight
Struck by my heart
The trees are bare
They hold the air
Accepting the melancholy
Anticipating the release
The fog is quiet
When the mind is not
Embrace
It is time
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Journals Of Enreal 
Have fog said something to you? I love the silence in which it speaks to me.
~neilina~ it speaks the same language as snow… silence… precious…