Elinushka. Fog (№ 447118)

... Fog... an adept of Silence... it envelops the consciousness with snow-white lace... a sip... the air is viscous... the aftertaste of November is on the tongue... bittersweet... already or yet... it doesn't matter now ... I want to drink it, inhale it until dizziness ... rush down the stairs with springy steps, out of habit counting everything to the last step ... just not to stumble ... how I want to quickly dive into his milky embrace ... dissolve in him...