iknew today would land me in a fog
before I even looked outside at the blanket of grey hanging to the the ground.
The dogs are my only reason to move,
walking thier curosity, I wish to smell the Salty sea air as intensly as they. I am trapped in my own body
my face, my tears, heart beat and longing enveloped by natures mysteries.
Allowing myself to feel for only as the fog decides to rise, taking my emotions high above to disapate. It wraps up my cries in silence, a cottony web.
As the sun chars the fog from the beach and my heart-mind, I wail until my throat is as raw, seagulls cry my chorus, dogs howl. Wind carries us all away for the moment...