where the fog sleeps on the mountain
the mist rests in suspense
common ground of land and air
a concealed place of lookout
look down toward trees melt into river
look up sky fades to infinity
like a small child covering their eyes
look over all but remain unseen
the perfect clash of adventurous and peaceful
flying with planted feet
step off the cliff into soft white
rise of calming fears
pulled upwards through the chest
clearest vantage point
cold hopeful ascent toward escape
where the fog sleeps on the mountain
