My parents had a home in the country. It was in a narrow valley that had a stream running through it, and fog at sunrise was a common autumn occurrence. When visiting my parents, I enjoyed morning walks with my father on those foggy days, in spite of the cool air.
misty morning walk
grass in the valley is wet
exploring with dogs
bacon and eggs afterwards
more wood added to the fire
Carpe Diem Special #222 Candy’s second – morning walk
Haibun ~ prose, often about a journey and in the first person
~ followed by a haiku or tanka
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The misty fog adds to the past or mysticism of these memories and the bacon and eggs brings it right back into the present or reality. Really touching.
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Thank you.
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This takes me back to similar memories of my own. Thank you.
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I’m glad this took you there.
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A nice haibun Ken full of wonderful memories, but also full of mystery and it gives me a kind of mystical feeling, maybe that’s because of the mist.
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It can be like a mystery with no real surprises – unless, of course, a deer appears out of nowhere, which did happen across the stream from us, on one walk.
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A haibun, how nice:) Love the atmosphere and great memories.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Well done. It paints such a vivid picture that I feel I was there with you in this memory.
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Thank you.
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