The early morning slogs its way through the fog without much to brag about. Street lights hang like glowing ghosts; somberly waiting. Scurrying colors suddenly appear. An unexpected actor from behind the curtains of mist; a figure wrapped in crimson, gold and green hurries by. Bracelets sing a quick jingle as a shawl is pulled more tightly. Then the form is swallowed like the memory of a dream upon waking. The curtains close again to await the next scene.
A River of Stones entry.