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The mist laid low over the moorland

Reducing the views of the grass and the heathers,

The road wound around and silhouettes appeared

Of horses, cattle and deer, who cross roads without any fear,

And there is something eerie in this preternatural scene

And you could dream an old and ancient dream,

Based on this morning and the things that I see

This early morning after the clocks changed,

It is what resonated with me.