The sun is still rising higher.
Mist swirling into my eyes, face
swirling above me into the sky
engulfing the few humans on the boardwalk.
Greeting us with a mild sulphuric dew, enlivening skin and hair
Like a mother spraying soft water on her children's hot faces.
I can't see, I can't photograph
but I feel one with the geyser,
she is gentle and kind
lets us sense her might
just a little bit
just as much as our little senses can comprehend.
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