The morning was clear at five AM, but now, a low-lying fog came. The rough trees' branches reach down, tasting air, nonchalant. Two fat ravens perch, on the dock's rail. The mist clears, shifting things.
The morning was clear at five AM, but now, a low-lying fog came. The rough trees' branches reach down, tasting air, nonchalant. Two fat ravens perch, on the dock's rail. The mist clears, shifting things.