The Fog's Embrace

I thrive at night. Rarely are my eyes peeled before the sun's first breath of gold but they were different this morning.

It's as if the fog tickled my feet and made them yearn for earth. Outside, water was light.


It embraced me. I was her son who moved to a land beyond the ocean.

It was a momentary bliss with an eternal impression.

I was home.


It was hard to let go, for I know that not every morning is the same.