The Fog

The fog has been here for almost a week now. It envelops my entire landscape. Soft edges have become my new reality, the misty air creating a chillingly warm surface. Things appear as they are only upon close proximity, and even then I cannot be certain of their contexts. My vision tapers into a washed out ambiguity that resists definition. Thus far, my journey is feeling less than profitable. I left just as the fog arrived, making travel slow and uncertain. I am forced to experience only the immediate. Where I am going I could not tell you, where I was, well that is a whole other story.