TITLE: G-Man in the Mist; an ode to Mulder
AUTHOR: Heather G.
RATING: G
CLASSIFICATION: ??? Ode to Mulder, is all I can think of to classify it as =-D
AUTHORÕS NOTE: This one is kinda sappy, just a weirdo idea I had one day... DonÕt blame me if you think it sucks, it was late and I was tired... ;-b

His tall figure emerges from the shroud of mist. He has an air about him, self assured, almost arrogant. His hazel eyes deep and reflecting, they seem to see straight through you.
His smile is as radiant as the sun, warm and bright. His glare is enough to make your blood run cold. His voice gentle, at the same time firm. His beliefs firm as well.
His broad shoulders strong enough to carry the world - at times, they do. His wit swift, brilliant, a ubiquitous sense of humor.
His stride collected, confident. His tender embrace a sanctuary, refuge, solice.
His silky hair falls over his eyes, unruly. He stands, his lanky frame once again enshrouded in mist, in mystery.
Fox Mulder.