And so, fog has settled like a wet blanket upon the valley. Slowly, like a ghost moving in slow motion, it invaded the world before me, blinding me….
If you pay close attention, you can see the forms of fog as it filters the frosty sunlight through its damp doubtful fingers… Fog makes me think of blindness and ghostly apparitions, it makes me feel trapped…ensnared somewhere in the world of dreams and the imaginary…. 
I don’t like fog…. But I’m finally home now. Like a wild rabbit in her cozy burrow in the ground that shelters it from cold wind, shades it from hot sun, and keeps it snug and warm during snow and rain… that’s how I feel, when I’m at home.
