I can't tell you what it is - exactly - about the morning fog that I so love.
Perhaps - it's the sense of vast and endless possibility. That there is no beginning...and no end.
Perhaps - it's the stillness....the quiet.
Perhaps - it's that feeling of being all alone in the world.
I can't see them...so that - surely - they can't see me.
Perhaps - it's that moment before the world has wakened and stirred.
That moment when there is no one there to remind me of what is expected...of who I'm supposed to be.
Perhaps - it's in that state of somewhere between what was and what is yet to be...between yesterday and tomorrow...between the known and the not yet.
Perhaps it's here - in the foggy now - that I know just exactly what...and who...I am.