It moves with heavy ease, engulfing lost souls and carrying them through narrow valleys. An eery feeling seeps into the watchful harbour. From afar, it’s enchanting. It moves with a sense of romanticism. We longing watch it; admire its beauty as it lingers in the calmness of the shadows. As it sinks along the coastal slopes, close enough to touch, our curiosity shifts to disoriented uncertainty. Unaware of what it may bring. It mists our cheeks. It fills our lungs. It drifts and bellows secrets as it slips out to sea.