I drove into town today. It was overcast and raining and dark and
gloomy.
DESTINATION
Driving blindly on a ribbon of
blacktop
Destination
Unknown.
Eyes unfocused through early
morning fog
Silence except for the whispering
of tires.
The intermittent rhythm of
windshield wipers
Keeps time like a drum beat felt
but not heard.
The road sinks into a gray shadow
lake of wasteland with blurred edges.
Distance is distorted and time is
skewed.
Tendrils of fog snake across the
road
Confusion drifts around me like
smoke.
In a valley covered in a blanket of
cotton batting with soft fuzzy whiskers
Trees are bathed in eerie light as
they rise out of the spider web mist.
Then the morning awakens and the
fog thins.
I see crows lined up on a wire like
black exclamation marks.
Sundogs knife through the clouds
Creating showers sparkling with
speckles of golden fairy dust
Scattering the gloom and the
mystery.
Destination
Forward
~FK~
AT THE END OF THE DAY...
there is color everywhere...even in winter...and spring always comes back...
