.. Like a morning fog, if I had to try to convey it with words. No small task, I'd take up with it. A bit like describing a color without a name or even adjectives to someone who has never seen.

But still... it is a bit like being in a deep mist. There is of course, the connotations of the short sight afforded by it, but more there is the unknown and the inevitable in equal balance. You know that at some point, the sun shall burn it away and soon - even now I feel older, every moment is a rather extremely noticeable decline in cellular health-, but it holds equal and opposite possibilities at once.

Only a few centimeters from my outstretched hands, is there a monster or a fantastic world of legend? An airy nothing that cannot be held, yet stirs every aspect of the imagination, holding hope and fear at a perfect balance.