Marvellous, fantastical, otherworldly mist this morning
I breathe.
As deeply as I can.
Moist and magic heal nose, mouth, throat, lungs, blood, muscle, sinew, bone.
Grey, grey, my beautiful grey lifts up gold and bronze and orange and salmon and red and just-over-the-line-unbelieveable-red-that-makes-me-think-of-purple. What color is that, that shade of red? The color of the tupelo leaves?
Grey, grey, my beautiful grey lifts these up and reveals their numen.