Mystic

I like fog because if makes the colors of the traffic lights bleed. Like when you dab paint on a piece of paper and then drop some water on it and watch as the color spreads to the edges of the paper.

Fog makes everything look blurry. Shrouds everyone in a cloud of mystery. Is that a person or is that a ghost? I wonder.

Fog is like a sleepy blanket, covering the world in its film.

I would not recommend driving in foggy weather, but on a foggy night, I like to be outside, because it is such a cool sight.

I watch people fade into the distance until they are gone, swallowed whole by the creature of the night.

I breath out and my breath curls and I want to be the fog, light as air.

Though tomorrow will come and it will be sunny and the mystery will be gone, tonight the fog floats.

Mysterious.