Mist rose from the river like smoke from the heart of fire. It drifted without purpose between trees and hedgerows, over still water and flood plain masking hill and housing. Above the tree line a gold disc appears. Its edges are softened by the fog, but its formidable heat burns a way through to reflect on the flat face of a lake. My rumbles on regardless and my fellow passengers read or chat. Am I the only one watching as we pass?
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malekmontag 
Wow, kicking first line. And I like “but its formidable heat burns a way through to reflect on the flat face of a lake”. Lovely image
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