Fog slowly rolls over the hills,
it’s mist settling into the valley,
trees are engulfed in the haze,
losing their identity in the cover.
No longer recognizable,
becoming mere shadows,
that seem to ebb and flow,
as the fog begins to take hold.
What was once solid,
is now permeable.
The vision once clear,
slowly becoming indistinct,
time eroding what little is left.
The corridors of the mind,
narrowing under the weight,
as air becomes heavy with dew.
Peering into the thick mist,
trying to see the edges,
groping along the path,
that disappears into the forest.