Friendly Fog

Delycia is still resting her bruised foot today, so I walked by myself on the trail in the Peace Sanctuary this morning, and was lucky to find a beautiful fog over the Mystic River. I took this picture of the river from the overlook at the top of the cliff,

and it reminded me of this poem I wrote many years ago, during a walk with Delycia.

FRIENDLY FOG
 
The fog came to be beside them
with something like peace and happiness.
It seemed like a lighthearted fog, a mist
that makes a life look loose and full
of brilliance. They walked through sheets
of fog that flowed because they were flowing.
They followed their thoughts more
than the streets, just strolling in partnership
with the friendly fog 
for their partner.