The magic cloak of time.

Mountains, mist, tree and clouds allured her soul. It captured her moments and movements. The mysterious cloak of mist faded away bringing into view the slope of the hill with a tree under an overcast sky and it brought forth a bag of mixed emotions. Sometimes like the thick clouds, the heavy heart too did need to let out a little water. A man was like a tree; be it uphill or downhill; it bore the storm and sun alike like the mountains.

She went down the steps, from her balcony to her favorite spot where newly born wildflowers were glowing with colorful butterflies fluttering around it, that came in search of its nectar.  She gazed at the view of the entire valley below, covered in the magic cloak of the mist. She could see the  big hills and water glistening in the lake, as the mist began to clear.  The background of the view contained many overlapping mountains; with lots of clouds playing a touch and go game.

She felt the hills were pristine and she stood there drinking it all in, listening to gentle breeze blowing in softly. In every step, she could feel the dew on the soft grass and the tweet of the birds, were music to her ears. She loved every bit of the hills. She longed to disappear into the mist forever.