freezing fog

freezing fog is the weather forecast this morning
looking out the window I can’t tell
maybe I don’t see it

invisible freezing fog

there is no frost in the window
but I know it will be cold
a different cold
the kind of cold that enters your bones

it comes innocuously
it doesn’t seem like its there
slowly, it enters
until your whole body is frozen

like the invisible fog this morning
who may wrap itself around the trees
without me knowing
I must be vigilant

I go out and put extra layers
I grab my camera
it feels extra heavy
what’s up with that ?

I find all sorts of tracks outside
I quite like the tiny ones
there is much traffic from a stone to some hole in the ground
local watering hole ?

I walk through the forest, I take my time
nature enwrapped in frozen stillness
the silence only broken by a crow passing by
I look at tracks, at trees

there is a heaviness inside of me
the fog is settling in




it’s a grey day
even undisturbed lighting
no contrast
it is quiet
the silence only broken by a passing car

I am visiting my mom this week
there is comfort in the layout of her home
my venue makes soft ripples in her daily routine
she is a woman of habit
sometimes it feels like she walks a tightrope
changes can easily throw her off balance

her condo is set in a new development
every time I come it extends
several for sale signs have been hanging for months
yet the buildings keep popping up

I look out the window
fascinated by the lives each of these building units hold
all of them boxed up side by side
coming and going
to work, to school, to walk a dog
each a world of their own

my mom has gone to church
I have been wondering about faith
the experience of the divine
I am thankful for my mom’s practice
it is a personal affair
one that fulfills her

in this quiet grey morning
I wonder about belonging, community, and personal journey
walking a tight rope
finding balance where we can

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