Misty Mountains
This morning I sat in my car, dragon smoke breath streaming from chilled lips, and contemplated the rumpled blanket mountains around me. Their rounded shoulder peaks were blanketed with a patchwork shawl of shining silver, and misty grey. Briefly, I dreamt...
Of walking down a shrouded path, clouds so thick around me I can almost grasp them with my fingertips. Pines and firs rustle quietly, looming shadows that appear every now and then, only to quickly fade back into the swimming grey.A shivery murmur winds between the trees conversation, and for a moment I mistake it for just the rhisping of tree limbs in the wind. A flutter of fairy wings, speckling the fog with christmas light moments of color, though, advises me it is mischevious fairy laughter I hear, and not the innocent conversation of trees. Still, today I am unafraid of their tricks and I venture deeper down the depthless mountain trail. Sly Cold slinks and slithers his friggid fingertips across shoulder and hip, ankle and wrist.He seeks any slight fault or chink in my armor of coat and scarf, socks and gloves, to get at the lush warmth beneath. I laugh at his efforts, for my walls are well fortified, every piece carefully tucked and folded into each other creating an impenatrable front. Lost in thought, I am suprized to find myself standing in a verdent glenn. I pause, uncertain. Behind me stands the shifting fog. Beyond me vines wreath the limbs of giant trees, cascading to theforest floor below like living waterfalls. Steam rises from pools hidden amongst the thick coverof leafy ferns. Where before Cold could not find entrance, now Heat cannot find escape, and I findmyself quickly divesting of coat and gloves. Distractedly, I drop the unwanted clothing where I stand, eyes searching the emerald beauty around me. I find myself drawn to a clearing where sunlight filters through the canopy, to dapple me with leopard spots. I wave my arms, child-like, in wonder to see the gilded shadows dance along my skin. Mesmerized by the shifting shapes, I drift into slumber...
And stared at the cloud hazed mountains a moment longer, before braving the cold, to go to work.
Of walking down a shrouded path, clouds so thick around me I can almost grasp them with my fingertips. Pines and firs rustle quietly, looming shadows that appear every now and then, only to quickly fade back into the swimming grey.A shivery murmur winds between the trees conversation, and for a moment I mistake it for just the rhisping of tree limbs in the wind. A flutter of fairy wings, speckling the fog with christmas light moments of color, though, advises me it is mischevious fairy laughter I hear, and not the innocent conversation of trees. Still, today I am unafraid of their tricks and I venture deeper down the depthless mountain trail. Sly Cold slinks and slithers his friggid fingertips across shoulder and hip, ankle and wrist.He seeks any slight fault or chink in my armor of coat and scarf, socks and gloves, to get at the lush warmth beneath. I laugh at his efforts, for my walls are well fortified, every piece carefully tucked and folded into each other creating an impenatrable front. Lost in thought, I am suprized to find myself standing in a verdent glenn. I pause, uncertain. Behind me stands the shifting fog. Beyond me vines wreath the limbs of giant trees, cascading to theforest floor below like living waterfalls. Steam rises from pools hidden amongst the thick coverof leafy ferns. Where before Cold could not find entrance, now Heat cannot find escape, and I findmyself quickly divesting of coat and gloves. Distractedly, I drop the unwanted clothing where I stand, eyes searching the emerald beauty around me. I find myself drawn to a clearing where sunlight filters through the canopy, to dapple me with leopard spots. I wave my arms, child-like, in wonder to see the gilded shadows dance along my skin. Mesmerized by the shifting shapes, I drift into slumber...
And stared at the cloud hazed mountains a moment longer, before braving the cold, to go to work.
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