Morning Fog Awaking

Morning Mist

 

Of this veil of early day
Knoweth none
If it or I
Be the more awake
Of us

 

Plus I was exhaling mist as I walked, at 17°C not minus four, and when I got to the bus stop fourteen minutes later, my hair was all but dripping wet.
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