Morning Mist Part 2

The mist is back this morning... Calm, beautiful, like the last breath of air the earth ever takes.

He lies in the grass, motionless. He's been still for quite some time, and the mist has claimed him as her own. Two dogs - his dogs - bark at the gate a meter away, one excited by this strange new game his master has come up with, the other angry that these two men were probing their master, connecting strange things to him and shaking their heads slowly.

They were young dogs, with many years left in them. Their master, also young, unfortunately did not.

The two men walk back to their van, nodding to the other men, police, that the job was done. Their breath mists in the cool morning, tiny clouds fall and vanish almost before you could acknowledge them...

Two dogs bark, the men drive away, leaving the master in the care of the mist.