Mist

I walked home today,

along a misty way.

Lonely, leafless branches,

in the twilight, thin and brittle reaches.

Sighing wind.

Mind crying.

I walked home today,

along a misty way.

The path was dim.

Following, but couldn't see Him.

Holding tight.

Right thinking.

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I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smooth.
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them. - Isa 42:16

And though it doesn't go along in the general sentiment of the above... you should know...

There was no well-worn path...

Today, my boots got stuck,

in grimy, gloopy muck!!!

a foggy day...

So I've never really lived anywhere with fog.
But today was... definitely foggy!
This morning it made me feel like I was in a dream world. You know, the bare brown branches of the lonely trees poking through the white opacity and gossamer loveliness of the fog. Totally reminded me of the romantic scene in the new Pride and Prejudice... when Mr. Darcy slowly walks out toward Elizabeth that foggy dawn. ... good sigh... :D
But tonight? Brrrrr.
It wasn't really that cold. (Only a few degrees below zero.) But, the foggy atmosphere on top of the gooshy, swampy mud on every path and the aura it gave the streetlights and headlights of passing cars... good brrrr!