By fermentedphil on Skatehive
_ touched by the hand of god the breath of zeus drips like honey covered in drops of lustful embrace forever flowing with the waters of growth that imbue permeate saturate lay me down and let me dissipate between the wet leaves Misty Explorations I woke up this morning to find the world drenched in small droplets, the misty world of dreams became a reality. It is the start of the winter, autumn, and the changing seasons bring with them the breath and touch of the gods. Transforming the world into a wonderland, everything is imbued and saturated with a sigh after the long summer and the blasting heat. The birds puffed up, the cold air clean and crisp, and the millions of small droplets signal a change, an always constant in the natural world. I grabbed my camera, like so many other times, and I ventured deeper into this wonderland. The fresh air cleaned my cluttered mind, I could breathe anew with fresh insights into problems that remained cut off from my over-rational mind. The droplet