If you look into the fog you can see how dirty your eyeballs are. Things floating in the film over you lenses.
The sun was behind me. My shadow was framed in the surface of the water by a rainbow halo. Now the fog is burning off and the marsh is clearer. There is a black haze of some small water bird drifting in and out of the fog. Now it has found some haven where I can not spy on it.
The fog does battle with the sun. "I will linger. Reclaim my pond."
The sun says "I will show her her halo again-stronger and brighter."
The fog says it is its gift-water droplets so fine.
Light and Water.
So like the Temperance card, I am rainbow crowned. Just keep water in the air and light at my back and I can see how I might be an angel. But I have no desire to be an angel unless I can have water bird wings. I want to swim free. If there is Heaven as they like to say-paradise of music and wings-may my chorus be bullfrogs, peepers, crickets, loons, geese, slap of beaver tails. may I have wings of the Heron or Kingfisher or Dragonfly. Make them the brilliant feathers of the Mallard's head. Green, green, green, even in January.
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