The Blue Mist

The Blue Mist Stepping a few feet from the trail, where parents walked years before. Just ahead, a few feet I saw it ascend quickly at a grade of 30-40 degrees in steepness. Until there was only The Blue Mist all around knowingly, as they had back packed. They seeing it as a blessing and struggle in The Blue Mist beyond their 65th year. In sadness came in thoughts of my father’s step into The Blue Mist for the last time. It was 7 or 8 years ago now, In the hospital for tests on an intestinal blockage. In the waiting room, his heart stopped wore out from life in its past. All attempts to revive him from The Blue Mist, failed.