THE FENCE

I was out at 7 am. walking in back roads . alone . today . the fog (unanticipated) had sat comfortably across the night . the sun no more than a halo . hazy mystical . ghostly . some brief scattered encounters of men driving tractors to the cultivated fields . ready for another busy day harvesting . all day . the silence otherwise . apart from the waking up of birds and my own footsteps on the coarse sandy path . and perhaps a distant water running somewhere . very faint . dew settled on the strands of hair as it equally did on fine cobwebs . a perfect moment for a start of a new day .

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