Mist lays low upon the land

Rolling with the hills and plains, encircling me.

Running it's cool fingers through my hair, caressing my face.

Now the sun arises to do battle for the land.

It is a mighty battle with the sun trying it's level best to burn off the thick blanket of fog.

At last the battle is over.

The sun has emerged triumphant, once again banishing the mist to it's cold realm until the early hours of morning.

This is an ongoing struggle which commences every morning.

I am glad to be able to witness it.

                  -Esther Duman, 1994