Gateway of Mist

Day 188

MIST CURLED UP from leaf littered forest floor. Spiraling around the trunks of birch, it slunk across the open meadow. It’s ethereal ivory tendrils glowed faintly; raindrops danced against the grass, flashing mysterious jewels in the mist. As it crept closer to the house, I heard the quietest rustle, like pages being turned. Something had crossed over from the land of the dead. 

Written: 1 April 2016

Words: 63 

Inspired: weather



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