Fog

It’s cold and damp this morning. The world is shrouded in thick, swirling fog. Objects seem to float, suspended in the haze and sound is muffled. Halos glow around every light. I can hear the lake lapping gently against the break wall, but I can’t see the water. We walk to the lookout at the east end of Lakewood Park, but downtown is utterly invisible. Suddenly, I see a flash of blue. A jay perches near the trail. We traipse across the grassy fields and I can hear a hawk “talking” in one of the treetops. Finally, I spot two hawks perched high in a tree. I stop to watch them fluff their feathers. They stare down and scold me for staring. So, we move off into the mist.