Out of the Mist Today it was warm and misty with a late fog. After getting off work I felt the need to walk. I haven't been able to lately, the weather has been too bad. Its only mid-morning and still very foggy. Parking the car I start out walking. I see two shadows coming toward me out of the mist and as they get closer I see its my neighbors out walking. We stop and talk a minute or two then we go our seperate way. Looking into the mist as I walk I see the new fall colors of the trees like a splash of red against the soft grayness. Its like walking into a world of mystical magic. The sound of birds seem louder through the mist and seems to carry farther. The dim shadows of trees to far away to see the colors, the cows small mounds of shadow or color against the brown grass. How the mist seems to melt into the dead grass there in the pasture. How the stark barreness of the trees stand out against the misty gray, the moss hanging in the bare limbs so ghostly. How the sound of a car out on the other highway sounds so close in the heaviness of the fog. Two little yellow eyes are coming toward me out of the mist. I know its a car coming but its still kind of mystical. The sound it makes on the wet pavement as it gets closer. Like a magical creature coming out of the mist. It passes and I am alone again. Its like being in a soft misty world of your own here. The shadows take form out of the mist. The dark green of a live oak stands out against the misty background. How the mist hangs in the pines like smoke from a distant fire. As I get closer to the cemetary I see small patches of color against the ghostly grayness of tombstones. Its like a ghostly scene from a scary movie. I can't go down the hill too far because its so muddy. But I do get close enough to the woods to see the soft greenish-gray of lichen on the forest floor. How soft it is from the dampness. In the wet clay I see fresh tracks of a young deer. About half way down the hill I turn around and start back. Behind me I hear the angry sound of a mockingbird. I guess he doesn't like me invading his territory. Thats ok, I leave him behind as I head back home. I can feel the mist surround me as I walk along, the cool dampness on my skin and hair. Now I'm back at the car, refreshed after my walk in the mist.

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