THE VEIL

I wont apologize for not getting a picture of it because I don't think it could've been photographed. 
My senses were firing on all six cylinders when We pierced the outer veil of  the Florida cypress swamp.

• Smell of heated pine bark smacked me thick as a sap wad
• Visual shadows of cypress knees dancing on pond of duck weed
• Audible  "pop" rang out and I heard the crackle of a distant camp fire and the growl of many vulture 
• Taste of Fall oak leaf & tannin-stained mud. Tasty as brownie I swallowed it whole
• Touch the veil was like placing my hand on electrified wall. And then...