Falcons

For all that I knew, I opened my eyes to see a white falcon darting amongst the dense white fog, its wings flapping in the cold air, its eyes focussed on something I couldn't see...

I could only guess there were many of them... probably hundreds... who flew so smoothly in the mist as if they were gliding in it. Some of them rested so occasionally on a dew draped branch or hid amongst the tall grass...

White among the white, the colors seemed to have lost their significance somehow...