Haris Moore

It's a quiet night, yet you feel restless. The cool night air coming your open balcony door as you watch the moon move across the sky. All of a sudden a thick fog vegins to creep into view and you slowly sit up from your bed. Making your way onto your balcony as you look out over the railing. A stretch of water seperating the two sides of the city. Boats sitting calmly in the water. There in the distance a large ship is coming in. A tall man standing at the front of the ship, his coat billowing behind him. The fog following behind the ship. Suddenly he looks up at you on your balcony. Your eyes locking together as he grins.