Mist.

Mist rising—
hovering
over new creation.

Sound has arrived.
The low chorus of creatures
finding the morning.

Fragrance gathers.
Coolness rests on skin.

Life—
obscured,
yet not unseen.

The Creator sees
what no other can,
or ever will.

Wind moves.
Breath stirs the veil.
Not lifting it—
only setting it in motion.

And within the mist,
humanity
draws its first breath.