A dark misty path
Slugs basking on the damp rocks
The petrichor smell
I came up with this haiku when I was hiking with my friends in the mountains of Switzerland. It started raining when we were halfway through our hike and decided to take a break, after it had stopped raining we decided that it was time to turn back and head back to our room as we didn’t want to go trekking in mud. As we were walking I noticed a tremendous amount of slugs coming out from the fog into the trials, it was something I had never seen before.