A Moment

In the hush

of a winter sundown

when it appeared there was nothing

left to see, it happened.

A fog bloomed,

rising into the violet sky,

surreal and soft, like breath

from the snow and ice-cloaked

river. It seemed audible, an ethereal

whispering chorus

filling the evening air.

As I stood, now oblivious to

the deepening cold, the vapor

of my own breath mingled

with the dancing wisps.

In that moment,

as the earth turned, 

I felt witness

to a miracle.