There's something alluring about rocks exuding things.
Smoky this time—white, wet, chill, steady and friendly—
soothing everything, obscuring visibility, picturesque, 
imploring me to be a piece of the setting.
Jacket on (the heaviest I could find), flip flops with socks, beanie, jogger, 
thinking only blitheful thoughts as I step outdoors into the frame.

Something about sporadic late afternoon fog makes me swell.

Caressing my face, easing my smile
daydreaming about a moment, somewhere far away, somewhere in the future, where life would've taken me, 
when I'd be reminiscing about this moment, this stroll;
remembering just how peaceful this was. 
As I am, much at peace.
So much so I am missing i...

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