A Foggy Morning

A heavy fog is draped over the earth. It covers fields and trees in the distance, muting them in to a sepia tone landscape. The world in the 100 meter radius that surrounds me is in tri-color. Sun-faded yellow of cut corn stalks. Deep mud brown of plowed earth. Dewey green of surrounding grass. As I drive down the tar black highway, the color moves with me. Black tree silhouettes become brown; rolling gray fields reveal their brown and yellow. I am in a black and white photo and only the pixels surrounding me have been colored. The fog prevents anything from revealing itself before it is in my immediate view.

Today I am thankful for fog, the figurative blanket the covers what is coming until it is immediately upon you, forcing you to take things as they come.

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