I looked out the window and saw a similar scene. It reminded me of what my heart and mind process daily when it comes to fear and courage etc. I wrote a poem about it. Misty Mountain. Mist stalks the morning view looking for a mountain to devour. The breeze is it’s unwitting accomplice. The mountain has been stolen. Gripped by… https://www.cliffprang.com/blog/stories-and-stuff/poem/
