I glance outside and
I can't see ten feet
Past the glass in my window.

It's like a dream
The way the white mist
Covers the ground.

Hiding all the 'imperfections'
Swirling gently if
The slightest breeze comes along.

It's like a dream world.
I run down the stairs
And out the door.

I loose myself in the mist
Using it to transport me
Into the other world.

I hold my hand out
And it seems so different.
Nothing has their distinct endings.

The begining and ending lines
Are just blurs
A point where two things mix.

Not a point where
One thing stops
And another begins.

The blending is perfect
Everything is just
One thing.

I stretch my arms out
Tilting my head back
And closing my eyes.

Twirling around once
Letting my arms wrap around me
I open my eyes.

The mist continues
To swirl creating
The most beautiful patterns.

I look out finding myself
In my own world wondering what
Lurks just beyond it's boundaries.

I reach out and my hand brushes
Against something soft and damp
Yet it has a sweet smell.

I pull it towards me letting
The remnants of the mist's touch
Brush against my nose.

A calmness falls over me
As I take in the essence of the flower
Losing myself to the dream world.

I sigh, letting the flower go
And turn back to the house
Watching the mist as I pass.

Watching it swirl behind me.
I feel it leave it's trail
On my bare skin, and smile.

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