Transparent Haze | Blogtober #7

Sometimes I wake and find myself wishing I could open my eyes and see the world through new, crystal clear eyes, so as to inhale every beautifully defined detail.

But I cannot. 

Instead of lucidity I see everything as though it is veiled underneath a transparent haze; fog without the obfuscation of colour. But the more I contemplate it, the more I understand that this is precisely how things should be.

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