I am as insubstantial as the mist on a cold fall morning.
I effect nothing and no one as I glide through the solid world around me.
Nothing touches me either.
I am cold and gray and turn the landscape into vague shadows of things that once were.
I muffle the voices that call to you from the land of light and amplify the lone wolf cry.
I twist and turn, but never move.
And just when you think all is lost, I step aside and let the sun shine through with a radiant glory you have never known before.