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!  ...

"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 ...