Shrouded in a pale cloud.

Mist formed on the lightly sloping hill ahead. Or was it just clouds venturing low? I could see my breath as I breathed out, observing, as it trickled out of my mouth and disappeared into the mist ahead; similar in texture, paleness and opacity. My line of vision had made it seem as though they had become one, however the perspective was misleading, and in fact the mist was much further away, and my breath fell close to my face.

Every time I walked towards the mist I was never able to reach it. Perhaps I was within it. Perhaps, if I were to look at myself, standing here, from further away, I might see a person shrouded in a pale cloud.


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