[Landscape view is recommended on a mobile device]

I look outside the window
expecting morning sun to kiss my face.
A mist has risen from the earth below
covering the ground with a blanket of fog.
I step outside to feel the cool mist on my skin
My eyes close
I lean my head back
A deep breath
I drink it in.
Release the things that already flooded my mind
before my feet hit the bedroom floor.
The morning fog quiets my soul
Barren trees are a watercolor
My gaze is softened
seeing only what is nearby.
It changes my perspective
to see what is closest to me
within my reach.

One thought on “Fog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s