Day 10 White Hazy Fog
Haibun Journey — View From My Window
From my window, I see the moon in a white hazy fog trapped in the branches of the now bare maple tree. A few bright stars dot the now blackened sky. The air is so cold it stings my shoulders, even through the glass. I pull on a warmer sweater and crawl in bed. Your bare skin so hot, it burns me, even through my fuzzy sweater. My icy feet startle you from sleep, as I snuggle into your warmth.