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.