It begins with fog so heavy and thick...I can hardly see my hand held up in front of me.
I look back. There's no beginning. Looking ahead...I find no end.
It's beautiful. It's quiet. I can't see the birds...but I know they're near.
It's too easy to get lost...to not be found.
And then - the sun rises.
There's light. There's color. The skies reveal themselves rendered in unimaginable shades of blue.
Some say it's magic.