As the mist rises from the valleys around me I breathe in the moisture in the air – Water droplets, mist modules of memories.

Water not only holds our reflections, but our memories too.

Mist transports us on our emotions.

Today I am reminded of the Western Journey towards death, the little deaths and the big deaths that touch us all.

The mists of time and mornings wash over us cleansing and refreshing giving us strength for a new day.