Re-Found

Clutching the thin air with each gasp, my lungs fought for breath as sweat crawled down my face. “Five hundred.  Only five hundred more yards!”  My mind was clear of all thoughts except for this – the closing distance!  To not make it was not an option.  ‘Failure’ was banished from my reserve of possibilities.…

What does the fog want to show us?

“What does the fog want to show us?” Fog is coy.  He reveals what he wants to reveal.  Yes, as you walk about, he may show a barnacle encrusted rock with soft waves nuzzling; that moment of sunrise sky shot with rose; the farm house garden with lilacs over a split-rail fence – these he reveals to…