In the foggy glow I arrived tense and focused.
What might step sideways through the grove and join me? My imagination ran wild and free.
Grey cloaked sprites and gossamer frilled monsters?
Honey-tounged bards from long lost ways?
Crow folk to gather me in their rainbow wings and secret me deep into their mysteries?
Soldiers lost on their way from one plane of existence to another?
Ethereal wisps readying to lure me to boggy death?
Ships of thick cloud that carry lost souls and pirates across the cosmos?
Ancestors with a secret quest?
In the end does it matter?
As now not just I have traveled and wondered and imagined but so have you.