Fog + Flight

 

Fog + Flight

Early morning fog and flight
Through darkness, in hidden sight
Of landscapes clouded, dewy sky
Envelopes all scenes, they pass by
Shrouded and still, still asleep
Tucked away softly in its keep
But I scatter the clouds from within
As my car zips through, leaving therein
No trace, just the dozy morning fog
Sleeping soundly upon lamp and log.

I recently took an early morning flight for a work trip, waking much earlier than I ever would, drinking a quick cup of coffee, and creeping with my suitcase downstairs to take to the road. Well before dawn was even peaking at the horizon, I was on my way to the airport,  accompanied by other early morning travelers and the surprise fog. The clouds were so low I was driving through them. It felt like another world, I couldn't help but smile at the misty cloud right above my head. Street lamps cast a mystical triangle glow forming shapes that are not usually there, right in the air around me.

Since I am not normally traveling to the airport at 5 am, though it was a very long day, I loved how the different time of day and the weather caused me to look at the world with fresh eyes, with wonder, and appreciation of the mysteriousness. I thought about how most people would never see the fog, it likely burned off as the sun came up. The fleeting nature of nature is something that causes me to pause and enjoy the ever-changing moment. The misty fog was just in that area for a few miles, then I drove out of it, out from under the mysterious canopy of ground cloud.