Is it just me or does mist evoke a feeling of 'other worldliness' in you, too? In mist, mysteries emerge. Anything can happen on a misty road where treetops touch. One step further and you could be on a cobbled road where a horse drawn carriage waits outside a house as a young woman appears, her long skirts swirling mist, her hands clad in silk gloves past her elbows, encased in the scent of roses. She sails to the carriage. The door opens and a young man extends his hand, guides her into the cab and into his arms. The door clicks closed and the horse's hooves clomp on the cobbles. The horse whinnies as it passes you and disappears into the mist. You glance back but they're gone. Were they ever really there? Ahead, the road stretches cobble-less. As you continue your walk you wonder who in years to come may catch a glimpse of you on a misty morning like today, a morning where time merges and nothing is really as it appears.. Everytime it's misty, I try to drive down this street. Something about the canopy of trees fading into the mist makes me believe that if I stop and listen closely, I can hear the echo of a horse neighing and the clatter of carriage wheels on cobblestones. I love mist and how it transports me. How it blurs the everyday into a world where nothing is as it seems and anything is possible. We all need misty mornings every so often in our lives. May your day be one where anything is possible.
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Lisa
4/10/2021 12:31:00 pm
Love a good mist too! I also love how it changes the sound of things. Adds to the mystery.
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Sue Blott
4/10/2021 11:32:02 pm
You're right, Lisa. Sounds change too in the mist, definitely adding to the mystery. Thank you for reading and commenting. <3
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Kimi
4/10/2021 12:51:44 pm
Oh I love mists!
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Sue Blott
4/10/2021 11:35:14 pm
Ah, a fellow mist-lover! Thanks for reading, Kimi! <3
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Sue Blott
4/10/2021 11:55:40 pm
Thank you, Cindy! I'm glad you could relate and enjoyed the post. Oh those coastal fogs and the eerie, mournful sound of foghorns! :-)
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Angela Fretwell
4/10/2021 10:57:32 pm
Ohhh loved reading about your mist and seeing the photo's. MUst say I've not really though about mist/fog in that light before.
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Sue Blott
4/10/2021 11:57:22 pm
Thank you, Angela! Mist does something to the romantic in me. Lol!
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Helen Patrice
4/11/2021 01:35:02 am
Mists are wonderful. Melbourne gets damp fogs, but up in the Dandenong Ranges, the hilltops are covered in mist most of the winter, it seems. However, thanks to a Stephen King short story, I almost always wonder when the dinosaur monsters will appear and start creeping around.
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Susan
4/11/2021 09:09:06 am
That photo is so evocative!
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