Misty Morning

A heavy, dampened mist stood head height in a menacing obliqueness.
It hugged the trees and roads and lay it's greying path to obscure all beauty,
detail and colour, rolling away any glimpses of outlook other than a stagnant,
heavy cloud that only stood within a selfs boundary.
The sun tried to penetrate this dense meanness and lift it.
Ha ha, the sun won
and this shrivelling misery was cast away,
dissipating it's grey and heavy shadows to light and colour filled vapours.

My intention was to do a bit of spring cleaning but time played tricks on me and after wandering streets I realised it was time to return home as it grew dark. Evenings rarely inspire me to do housework.