Like well-worn soft cotton sheets, the morning mist keeps us covered while we recover from the night’s storm. We can linger in this cool moist place and stay a little longer in our dreams. The mist says not now, holding back the daybreak and demands of the sons of mankind.
Technically mist is the suspension of fine droplets of water in the air near or touching the ground. It is common in cold air, just above warmer water. Yet, somehow it has the power to change our view and to hide our fears until we can face the day. The mist follows the water course, creating corridors for our minds to wander, wonder. Dreamily floating. Too soon the mist is burned off and the wild creatures of our dreams retreat once again to hide, softly in the underbrush of the day’s activities, until the evening when they are safe to return and sip from the streams of the mountains and our dreams yet to be fulfilled.
This is a photo of the Shenandoah River near Charles Town, WV.
Squirrel's View [original photos, words and poetic attempts] is an ongoing work of creativity and thought by Cheryl Jennings (c) 2009 , and all rights are reserved by her. To quote from written materials or borrow images, contact her and ask for permission. She welcomes their use for educational purposes but wishes to be notified first. Thanks.