It's just water, in one of its many forms ... It consists of tiny droplets suspended in air.

Objects are wrapped in a white halo, and visibility is reduced, the forms appear almost softened, time seems to be a short suspension.

A feeling of silence spreads around us and reaches us on the inside.

When the fog is very dense produces a mixture of confusion, pleasure, sense of mystery.

Look through a memory but I can not see clearly, the details fade into the recesses of time, I know, but I do not know. I would understand, but I do not understand.

Something we did not anticipate sometimes comes as a simple sea breeze and the mist can dissolve, to show the truth forgotten, slumbering strings to vibrate.

It can hold an amazing power. The images are more crisp, clean lines.

Take off then you take everything with a glance, but the world gets smaller details are revealed in all its breadth, and beauty.

A comprehensive fills the lungs, large eyes like everything that can embrace as large as all that the heart can perceive.

Past, future and all distances appear, for a moment, gather in one place, and a boundless joy pervades us.

The thin air and cold water tastes martial.

We and only we, in the air without a doubt, with the power intensity.

But then the wind drops, the mist spreads everywhere, and a fear of new attacks us. When you lose the horizon, all communications should be clear.

Let my heart do not lose track that leads me back to the old mansion.

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