Lost
Deeping shadows with just a hint of light almost obscure the line of pine trees across the road. A mild front moves into the area, ground mist from patches of snow begin to rise. A telephone pole loses its base in the mist and appears to float. A stop sign cut in half with only a lonely S showing. Then there are the legless people walking down the street totally oblivious. It scares me because soon they will be swallowed.
thicking mist
the tress one by one
become a forest
Challenge
I saw him / her today...
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