Thick fog descends as swirling mist through green hills and deep valleys- over small towns quaint villages and tiny hamlets where old customs and long held traditions make history.... a haven of beauty a memory of character.
Far in the distance a sound is heard still but small yet present in space increasing in volume moving close to watcher's sense and expectation- growing loud as gap shortens- then out of dense haze a train appears.... looming dark and ghostly- steam....as freight on track passing through like old to new.
A minute in time it's all in view then gone.... vanished to journey on. Fog unveils like curtain rising- colour bursts in golden hue.
Last Edit: Apr 14, 2023 16:52:13 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers