The Fog

I couldn't see my way

The fork only seemed like a slight bend

The Fog slowly crept in.

It covered the road ahead

and I felt the chill on my skin.

Damp, unclear and cold.

How did I not see?

When did I look away?

How could I be standing in such a heavy fog?

How did I not see it coming?

I walked back to the road I left

I found the sun shining brightly

the fog dissipated and all was clear.

The heat warmed my skin.

The light guides my way again.