In the early morning fog

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We walk in the early morning fog,

our steps muffled, our breath mingling with the breath of the earth.

We pass the sleeping houses and stop in a cloud

of blooming jasmine, inhaling deeply,

we are transported out of the timestream,

into a pocket of aroma that is heaven scent.

Somewhere a bird is courting, trilling notes that

are so pure they tingle the skin of my face.

I realize I have been standing with eyes closed

my dog patiently seated beside me, waiting.

I let out the breath I didn’t notice I was holding

and we go forward into the day.

photo by me, taken with google pixel 3.
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