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.
