Tendrils of fog coil around me
As I walk in the cool night air.
Like a hesitant lover,
Ghostly fingers caress my face,
Though I barely feel their touch.
Encircling my arms and legs,
They hope to hold me still in their embrace,
But they break and uncoil moments later
As I continue onward.
Other fingers reach out to me;
They curl and uncurl, beckoning lazily,
Asking me to follow, to what lies hidden
Deep within their mist-shrouded home.