2/5/11 Mist
Mist, endless mist today, from the snow that melted and floated back up again yesterday. Maybe we’re mistaken and the most natural state of water is as mist, drifting, smoking, lines and forms through the trees, limning the twigs in white. Maybe it’s as a liquid that water is heavy, clunky, mistaken, out of shape. Maybe the liquid form of the water planet mistakes and misrepresents the true healing form of water—as air, the translucent, enwrapping, insulating, thick, drifting, evanescing mist.