Stopped at a red light,
I glance over.
There is a field.
Open and welcoming
A forest behind it.
Fog blankets the ground, sheltering it from the creeping cold.
I smirk.
I long to dance in the fog,
Barefoot, as the sun rises.
I dream of feeling the dew on my bare skin,
The wet grass between my toes,
The kiss of the sun as she wakes up the world.
The light turns green.
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