morning mist
Svanevit by Svanevit after an endless night of sleepless darkness, the winter sun rose, late from the valley beyond, and, through the mists, the warm fire turned the indigo velvet to diffuse grey, the still black silhouettes, indistinguishable, like the nebulous, troubled dreams that will not relinquish their truest meaning...... then, the bark, then birds awakening...... dawn, the harbinger of hopes and wishful expectation, smiles across the bleak formlessness. another day begins.....