a sphere of light

A sphere of light

The most extraordinary mist crept in, unfurling clouds and glowing rolls of fog, that spun and turned in, one on another, until you couldn’t see anywhere.

The patterning, only molecules of water, tints of grey, and the deepening blue of the night or morning sky — just beyond. Except, in the dark, points of light that blasted beamed rules of light, filtered by the patterning of leaves, like an arced and scintillant mass, a star in the forest, captured and created in the glow of a single point of light — quiet and breezeless. Silent night. Quiet star, radiant.

Tim

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