a pale horse in a foggy field. the damp air crushed me closer to mother earth. i tasted the crystals i picked from the sky melting under my tongue. short shrub pricked my feet as i stepped on each island avoiding the dark water around. the scent of wild flowers spread. they hung from above and entangled my hands at my fancy. the sounds and cries of animals were muffled by the distance, my soft murmur and prayers. no music was heard. by anya