Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Fog & Mist

I stopped on Howard Street last night just before midnight. A light, misty fog had settled quietly over the village. I felt strangely alone, as if the entire island belonged just to only companions the long-dead villagers reposing on the far side of the cemetery fence. Even the stars and new moon, so bright and luminous only a short while before, had retreated behind the encroaching mist.

I was in no hurry to move along. Somehow the fog felt protective rather than threatening. I walked slowly home, content with life and my place in it.


1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3:11 PM

    I was on the island one time in a black out. It was a very quiet, isolated feeling. Makes you very aware that "man" is not in control. Actually, I sat and wondered if I somehow had been "left behind"!