The gravel beneath my feet shifts,
As I stroll down the abandoned street.
The misty fog grazes on my exposed skin,
Spiking the senses with purity.
I pause for a moment–
Everything goes silent.
I tilt my head to look at the sky;
The clouds have stopped moving.
The slight breeze seized,
As the mist stayed in place.
Looking around in all directions,
I found nothing.
No sounds, no movements.
My hand felt warmth.
I peer over, 
My eyes focus in on your face.
I then gently turn forward,
Focusing in on the road ahead.
I lift my foot and take a step;
The gravel shifts,
The clouds move,
The mist mildly moistens our faces–
And time begins again.