Getting Older

 Memories appear 

out of the mist 

then fade 

obscured by time

places, things, words, faces you knew so well

take flight 

scenery and side roads 

invite you to slow down

but late,

you plunge on into the unknown and unseen

trusting

and hoping

the sun breaks through soon.

Thanksgiving morning,  Tom drove, the kids read and slept, and I shot this misty, foggy world through my window. 

Later that afternoon, safe at my parents', we heard of the huge 140 car accident on the other side of Houston, caused by the fog and the rising sun.  I said a prayer for those involved and gave thanks the fog just made me pensive and melodramatic.