When a mist sneaks along the ground or brushes the tips of the towering trees, an eeriness hangs suspended in the air. The fog seems to quietly forebode of a nebulous evil. It shrouds the distance in blurriness, and it cloaks the tree trunks in shadow. Like a snake, it slithers along the ground, seeking what victim it might next envelop in darkness. Though we may try to clear it away, its frightening chill lingers in the pale morning light. We try to escape it, but cannot--alas! it has consumed everything.
Then, with a great fury, the orange rays of the blazing sun come leaping from over the hills. "Be gone!" it bellows. "No longer shall you block out my glorious light." Like a mouse, it scurries silently away in great fear of the sun's scourging. Every dark corner in which it dwelt is filled with pure sunlight. But as the sweltering fires of the sun slowly heat the earth, we ponder: perhaps what we mistook for evil was mere illusion--that it was simply a mysterious dance of the fog that we did not understand.
And again we long for the coolness of the morning mist.
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