Misty Morning

The city is shrouded in fog

This unseasonably warm

January morning

The tallest spires and the highest floors

Of the high rise apartment buildings

Are lost from my view

I normally do not like heights

But I find myself

Curious about what it would be like

To inhabit one of those

Apartments lost in this thick

White mist

Would I feel claustrophobic?

I imagine that it would feel like floating

In the clouds

The closest to heaven

That I will ever be


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