Midnight Fog

Outside my front door is a world of phantoms

A wonderland at midnight that no one will see

But me

 

I trot out into fog, my every step a cymbal

The street veiled in mists and silence thick

I stick

 

I imagine every rustle of my hand will bring

Every neighbor, pixie, and Sprite peeping through their curtain

I breathe loud, I’m certain

 

But this magical fog hides my form

I step lightly like a dancer immediately trained

I can’t be blamed

 

For hushing as if I’m in a cathedral

Out in the chill, the misty dark, squishing through a wet bog

In the midnight fog

 

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