Miles behind me
My car is stalled and useless
Fog coalesces
Vision now obscured
I grope blindly on my way
Shadows in the dark
Wisps about me form
A chilled finger strokes my face
Prey to the fog hands
* * *
I drove through some dense fog the other night, while passing through Oregon, and couldn't help but wonder at all the strange shapes the fog took on as we moved through it. This also took some inspiration from a dream/nightmare I had a few nights back.
Have you ever seen things in the fog that weren't there? Like looking at clouds and seeing a bunny?
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