I am walking beside you
in the delicate mist.
Early morning stillness.
And we walk.
No talk.
Together embraced by
the air and feeling
the presence of something
with ourselves.

First rays poking
through the cloud with the
sting of cold
as we walk towards the
hills distant and unreachable,
cloaked by the magical mist.

We walk,
each with each other,
and the other with each.