Rising Haze

Sitting at the widow you stare at the gathering mist..its white sheet of pure wetness...its ability to consume a whole person within the blink of an eye and its slow motion as the movements of a slumberous walker. As you witness the rising white clouds, small golden lights make way through the haze and make there presence apparent. For it is evening, and the sun has already dipped into the distant crevices of the univrese. Its last rays of light lost between the steely thickness of the clouds in the sky..letting only the faintest of red light pass through them. Mimicking the explosion of a ray of light into soft orangish red clouds of dusk.

These small energies twinkling in the far distance of the night closeted by the misty haze create an enchanted atmosphere, making you half believe that you are witnissing the rise of a magical forest infront of your eyes...filled with the sounds of owls and crickets. The movement of dark unidentfied shadows within the greyish white haze raise goose bumps on your body...as the white now has taken on another color....it spreads with a tint of black...its thickness increased manifolds and its ghoulish nature becoming more sinister. You can hear sounds..sounds that are muffled, not clear....they come close and than disapear into the darkness surrounding you.

You search for the reassuring golden lights....lights that will be your harbour...your mooring in this unrecognizable place where one after the other...the whiffs of mist hit you like the waves of the ocean. You try to find those small lights of hope...those small anchors of faith to help you survive this ordeal. No not ordeal this mystery of the moment created by the rise of that fog. For you are lost..lost into time...following your imagination as if wound like a clock. Your thoughts chalked out your feelings mapped. You cannot escape the imprisonment of the moment for it holds you captive. Its beauty heartbreaking.... its mystery insatiable. You cannot find the way to clear the haze for it calls you in...deeper and deeper...and in you go...more and more...going further and further as a fall without a break...a tunnel without an ending...a well without a bottom.

You try to shake off the feeling but its crept into your soul...making it so hard to let go and see clearly. Your vision is blocked and you try desperately to find a solid hold..,something to pull yourself out...out of this haze, this mist, this confusion. But where are those lights..those little relics of safety. Try turning your head and there is one....than another...ooh there yet another...there is one more and another and another and another. A smile spreads on your lips for you can feel your body..feel the ground beneath your feet. You can see the small lights that had dissapeared into the night. They are back again...comforting and reassuring....cradling your nervy body and soothing your heart.

For you know where you stand now...what was behind and what lies ahead!!!