Sunday Secret

overcastWhenever the fog rolls in at the beach I say hello. Hello to its ability to turn the sky from blue to white in seconds. Hello to its beautiful thickness and determination. Hello to the way it drapes a blanket of stillness and quiet across the city with, seemingly, no effort at all in what feels like minutes.

I welcome the stillness and the quiet. It reminds me of the way my mood shifts and waivers. The way I am bright, bright, brightest in one moment and then how I slip into darkness without warning, without much hullabaloo. I just do it. I drift in and out of myself like the denseness of the crowded air that accosts the place where I live, leaving the junipers frozen.

If you ask me, there is no formula for navigating emotions. There is only the large, awesome realization that everything is wild before it changes in a second.

Yours In Unyielding Mist,
Felicia Foghorn

4 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. Mary says:

    Thank you.

  2. Catalyst says:

    Just one damn thing after another is the way I see it.