The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.
Nicholas SparksI breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed and I have changed, the air itself has not. Itโs still the air of my childhood, the air of my seventeenth year, and when I finally exhale, Iโm fifty-seven once more. But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking towards the sky, knowing thereโs one thing I havenโt told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
Nicholas Sparks