Mist
The Sound of Silence
The mist tucks the landscapes below in for the night, blanketing everything in a comforter of light grey. The only sound you can hear is the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the moss. The only thing you can smell is damp wood and earth. For the first time in your life you feel at home.
Why haven’t you come here before? You ask yourself as you sit on a knocked over log. Why hadn’t you thought to do this sooner?
You remember.
You had things to do, people to see. You got caught up in day to day life and forgot what it’s like to get away. You forgot what it’s like to be alone. You forgot what silence sounded like.
You wonder how you be came who you are. How you changed from a nature loving kid to an over worked adult. You know the answer.
You grew up.
And you miss those good ‘ol days don’t you?
Why haven’t you come here before? You ask yourself as you sit on a knocked over log. Why hadn’t you thought to do this sooner?
You remember.
You had things to do, people to see. You got caught up in day to day life and forgot what it’s like to get away. You forgot what it’s like to be alone. You forgot what silence sounded like.
You wonder how you be came who you are. How you changed from a nature loving kid to an over worked adult. You know the answer.
You grew up.
And you miss those good ‘ol days don’t you?
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And this is what happened.
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