Michael’s set the Tale Weaver challenge this week:
Weave a tale in which you venture beyond the veil of mist.
Photo credit: Adventures in the Wild
To most, it looks like an ordinary day shrouded in the morning mist.
To some, the mist holds a magical quality begging to be explored.
To others, it’s an omen of bad things to come.
No two trees are alike in this quiet place.
The mist can be warm and fragrant, or cold and hostile.
But the magic isn’t in the mist.
The Trees stand tall and proud in a park or garden.
Each holds the power to relieve pain, suffering and sorrow.
They see and hear all, and every once in a while, a mist will fall.
If you look closely, you will see tears.
The tears for humanity, shed by the trees.