Foggy Day

At 3 am my bladder decided it was time for an exodus. Some times you can ignore your body, sometimes you can't. This was one of those "can't" times. Afterwards, I glanced out my bedroom window and was greeted with a fairyland scene of wispy fog and muted moonlight. It was so beautiful I couldn't resist. I know its not advisable to go wandering about in the middle of the night, but the area behind our building is a protected common square, and no one was stirring, not even the birds.

I tiptoed outside and felt the misty air caress my cheeks. It was delightfully cool and refreshing. The wet grass kissed my sandal clad feet, bringing a shiver of delight to my spine and making each step squeak with wetness. I quietly wandered toward the quaint pine tree at the other end of the square, feeling ever so like an escapee pursued by some matron willing me back inside. I glanced over my shoulder, but no one was there. It was spooky, like looking through filmy gauze.

I touched the prickly needles of the pine tree, wishing for a whiff of that Christmasy pine scent to no avail. In the distance, a train whistle cried mournfully. At my feet, a puffy toad rustled in the grass, scrambling away from perceived danger. I inhaled deeply, coughing in the syrupy air. Shivering, I headed back, twirling like a little girl in the mists that slowly swirled out of my way, begrudging my interruption in their freedom.

As I drifted back to sleep, snuggling down in my quilts, I wondered what such a day would bring. Surely not clarity of vision! I awoke at 6 for devotions, the sky still smoky with fog. It would be tough getting Drew out of bed, convincing him that it was really morning. But by 7, the fog had completely dissipated, the sun was shining as if the magic of the night had never happened.

I touched the glass of my window in disbelief . How could something so real, so wet, so cold have left so quickly, faded like a dream? No matter. In the warm light of the sun, more adventures awaited, reality as tangible as the fog was soft. And in the bright light, Drew bounded up, ready too for adventure. Nice.