The fog rolls in.
It clouds up my view.
Everything under it is flourishing.
But, today. This morning.
Those green hills are covered by a dreary, gray haze.
There is beauty underneath.
But, it’s just so hard to see.
My eyes are ever wandering.
Searching.
The fog continues to roll.
Finally, a clearing comes.
A hope.
A glimpse of the mountains.
A glimpse of life.
I am home.