Ever Onward, Through The Fog

It's really late at night and a heavy fog is blanketing my neighborhood. There's a ghostly line of trees at the back of the yard. The moon is there - a reminder that the fog is just a layer of mystery, not permanent. Every time I think about it, the fog quiets my thoughts. It's oddly oppressive and comforting at the same time. Like time. Ever onward - never knowing exactly what's coming.