Misted Evening

Created: 02/03/2006 02:48:53 AM

I walked outside tonight and found that the fog had drifted in. It's incredibly thick with the kind of air that you can feel softly moving down into your lungs. All the pavement and structures dripping with the watery atmosphere. I love quiet nights like this. When I stay up late enough the blue television glow from all the windows finally dies. The only thing I can hear is the occasionaly dog far off in the distance.

I start to worry that spring will be arriving too soon. And even though I long for the warm air with all the fragrance that is muted in the winter, I know that the change of season brings more noise, more chaos, more turbulent feelings rebounding in every direction. People race around and through every obstacle, excited at the new level of energy. Sometimes that much intent takes its toll on me. It slowly wears me down until the peak of summer has arrived. And then all I wish for is a snow covered valley, ice misted trees, and the sound of silence all around. Nothing to pull my attention... Everything dead and moved away.