Through The Fog

Like soldiers standing in line of the gauntlet.

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.- Marcus Aurelius

The foggy evening, the row of trees, the dark and light all that’s missing is a raven or an owl. Nothing induces an eine feeling quite like fog. It’s like a gateway so whatever it is that haunts us, silently stalks us at night can come out and tease us during the daylight hours. 

And it’s kinda creepy too.

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