The Fog
The fog rolled in fast this time. It swallowed everything in moments. The scenery I remembered all to well is now a void of white.The fog rests on top of the ground like a white menace. In this fog there's a cool moist stillness making me take in a breath and at the same time making me gasp for air. I could sense an unease somewhere out there as I turned my back to it.
Copyright © Nancy Hupperich | Year Posted 2020
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