foggy ghosts.

[ these photos taken by bryna & jenanne.]

One evening late last year, some ghosts were sighted in the fog near the edge of the earth. One was green & the other was the colour of caramel, & they blended into the forest & field so they were nothing more than suggestions of movement, a gesture of wind. Until it was dark they flickered there, frost bending the spines of old wheat, trampling lightly in the soft snow.

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One of the ghosts thought of a poem she liked, because fog can be calming, & liminal:

a slumber did my spirit seal;
i had no human fears:
she seemed a thing that could not feel
the touch of earthly years.

no motion has she now, no force,
she neither hears nor sees;
rolled round in earth’s diurnal course
with rocks, and stones, and trees.

-- William Wordsworth