Mist

Up in the Peak, we drove through thick mist.  We could hardly see what was beyond a few feet ahead of us.  We were like traveling in heaven and touching clouds.  I imagined the mist smelled with a scent of white roses.  It must have a taste of fullness whatever that taste be.  Inside my mind was a sound of breaking through wind as we entered into the mist.  The sight was a total beauty.