Fog so thick we could make up the scenery we couldn’t see.
Appealing in a way, what was there a day ago was forgotten while we created a new and mysterious view.
We were in the mountains, or in a valley surrounded by them.
We were on a river bank watching silvery fish leap in the air trying to be noticed.
We were on the edge of a strangely forbidding forest. The forbidden forest.
We were on a tiny island, ten steps to the sea and nowhere without a sea view.
We were surprised by the sudden crack of realization that we never created a city view.
Shame.
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