Fog

The fields this morning – sharp to the flesh but thick to the eye, a pinching chill with a heavy fog.

I felt free, yet enclosed. Alone, yet surrounded. The haze my protector, a murky veil drenched across the field. Flushed cheeks and numb fingers. Eager toes and cautious steps. Mist upon mist upon mist.

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