In The Distance
The air, crisp and cool, hung heavy with silence. A particularly heavy mist softened the landscape. Although it had already dawned, the sun was just starting to contribute the yellows and reds to the scene in front of me. The landscape looked like an ethereal dreamscape, the type one sees in dreams after they’ve consumed a heavy meal the evening before. And in the distance, I could see the outline of a church, standing alone in the distance. Its spire appeared insignificant yet, at the same time, noticeable, like a weathered finger pointing heavenward. As I continued my walk, the mist slowly dissipated, but the moment had been recorded. Follow This, That and (Maybe) , the Other :