Tag: fog

This one didn't have the fog to hide in anymore, and I had something a bit better than a tire iron this time. Quickly undoing the flap on my pack,…

As I crested a small rise in the road, I stood and inhaled a deep, long breath of that sharp, fresh air, letting my eyes survey the landscape's gradual unveiling.…

As the dew dispersed into the ethereal, the fog fading away into the unseen, the beauty of the countryside bore in upon me like an infection, and, inescapably, the weak…

Shifting the backpack's straps a little, searching for some relief, I grunted. I had taken only the essentials, but the weight still dug into my shoulders. The cold and dewy…

As I surveyed the occluded landscape of fallow fields, my eyes passed over the shadowy outlines of a few barren, winter robbed trees and here and there, rows of leafless…

The corpse lies still upon the earth, the crater in its head a sure sign it won't get up again. I stand panting in the cold morning, my breath, coming…