Monday morning.
Cloaked in sheets of grey.
An eerie hush lingers in the shadows.
We pass by sleepy homes.
One step.
Two paws forward.
Dew drops cling like burrs against our feet.
Cold.
Damp.
Still.
Aching to hear life that still has yet to awaken.
One lone call of a dove.
But we are the only ones present.
In a vast sea of soggy, mud-riddled fog.
We stumble upon the trail.
Grey looms ahead, taunting us to push forward.
Into the unknown.
Sunken earth beneath our feet.
One step.
Two paws forward.
Darkness persists.
Swirling among us as if caught up in a dream.
Haunting.
We don't look back.
As the darkness takes hold.
And dew drops drown our thoughts..
Our journey continues.
One step.
Two paws forward.
Monday morning.
Cloaked in sheets of grey.
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