Where to, My Foggy Friend? - Day 6

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 The muddy path greets me with the usual silence

The dew drops on the green grass wink in mischief

The weathered barks of ancient trees provide support

But it is the whitish fog that beckons me today

 

Moody as ever and brooding as always

I ignore the lure and stand in my spot

One step off could take me down the slope

Over the broken branches and into the bottomless valley

 

Yet, it persists, inching closer and closer

Releasing a chilly breath onto my face and arms

I suppress the shiver snaking up my spine

Feigning nonchalance even as I feel the pull

 

Sensing my interest, it draws closer

Forming a barrier between me and the forest

But, in reality, marking me as one of its own

Easing the stress from my heart and soul

 

Heaving a breathless sigh with my eyes closed

I smile and take a step, trusting my new friend

Where to, I ask, ready for an adventure

Following the path into a world within the world

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Brief Backstory: Forests, muddy paths, and misty hours are a perfect combination for musings. 

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This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.