De Profundis..

A grey shrouded world awaited me, noiseless and stationary. Silence echoed off the surrounding houses. The air spoke of Autumn but the warmth betrayed that lie, damp spiders webs hung like chandeliers from bush and tree. Out into the fen...ghostly and devoid of colour..beautiful in its stark barren lines. In and out of the dips and hollows the mist thick then thin, drifting like an aimless teenager.

As if awakening from dark moods or days, the cloud gave way to the sun, light and warmth became an epiphany....lifting the spirits and making colour burst where it hit. The ground realised morn had come and steam arose from damp grass, as the mist cleared from above so did the ghosts rise from below. Over the river...clean and mist-less....like a moment of clarity for an achaholic....showing the world in vivid sharpness. Down onto the common so usually misty now clear and empty....the sun showing its dominance and power....it was going to be a beautiful day!

Our days, like our lives, pass with such speed.....I am ever grateful that I wake early, for the world of mist and ghosts has gone and those that wake now would never guess that such moments had happened.