Forecast


The mist creeps onto the shoreline.
It is menacing, yet beautiful.
I can feel myself slipping, falling
On the cold slippery rocks,
Engulfed by the particles.
It was so bright out only yesterday.
Now it is becoming foggy, hard to see.
This mist is consuming me, eating me,
Controlling me.
I succumb without a fight.
When will it end? Only time will tell.
The mist has engulfed me now;
A ten-mile visibility turned to dust.
No sight, no light...There's nothing there.
But wait!
The mist is clearing, burning off,
lifting from the slick rocks.
My eyes flutter open. My heart continues pumping.
I can see the sun, the trees, the whole scene.
The shore.
I see the mist creeping over the shoreline.

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