These days seem to come more often now, this year, these days of haze and unexpected warmth, days of daydreaming, wonder, wondering where you are, who you are, when you will come once more, days of autumn soon turning to winter, to the cold no doubt, to the leaves blown away, or frozen, the spicy earth no longer living either beneath my feet, ice there in its place, glistening, beautiful but dangerous, like the cold, like the winter, like the dark days. An endless season, it seems, this winter, dreaded, and so I hold onto the haze. I hold onto you.

5 thoughts on “haze

  1. max says:

    i know those feelings…i like them, too.

  2. Cheeky Minx says:

    This haze is not only vivid but Intensely beautiful, Lady D…

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