a foggy night in late summer
seems like such a strange thing,
seeping up from the ground
like bathwater draining in reverse
we go walking in this cool
clammy oddly warm chill
orange under streetlights
and red under starlight
and I sit and watch us walk
away thru the rising mist
and wonder how we got here
to this place of living bliss…
Charissa's Grace Notes
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Great job! loved this 🙂
Thank you! I am always grateful for comments, and especially the truly heartfelt ones like this.
Lovely.
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