I wasn’t there
But I heard the story
Of the mountain plateau
Covered in mist
Then of the clearing
To show the valley below
Tree trunks surrounded
By ever more of the white stuff
Yet before the photograph
Could be taken
Or words placed on paper
The denser fog fell
Engulfed him; uncertain of the way
Yet with sufficient nouse
To commit the moment to memory
For reminiscing with friends over dinner
