Fog City Thursdays

sure is foggy out there.
when you walk, the air encapsulates you...
feel it in your lungs
and in between your fingers.
the skin above my lip feels wetter
but my nose is not running
and it is very quiet
out there in the mists.
my breath disappears into the
fog
and
becomes whole again.
goodbye, sweet breath!


i like the way the fog makes me feel like i am
absolutely
alone
and i am reluctant to leave the house.
out there i am someone
but like my breath
i feel whole somehow.

that's the mood of the day.