A Mist

A sea of mist descends upon the unsuspecting city in the early hours of that calm April morning. It gently settles around an Arabian mare, cuddling softly around her front hooves. It swirls colorlessly around the strong head which is chisled to perfection. For a second, the mare is puzzled. What was this eerie calm settling around her? What was the cool dampness that was penetrating her body?
As the sun started to peek out from behind the world, the haze slowly started to fade. The droplets of cool liquid slowly made their descent to the rich soil of the Earth, where it was filtered into the ground to be recaptured only to be formed into a mist again the next day.

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