A damp cold veils the dew-covered fields; it is a calm in which the sun still offers a hopeful pinprick through the ashen mist.
A quiet stillness reigns — a kind of peace, a freedom, even though the view is shrouded.
My homeland at is best.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: Free As A Bird – The Beatles
Even when the world is veiled in mist, peace can still be felt before it is seen.
