Fog

So thick, it made the looming trees slight shadows. The fields were full of whiteness that it was almost like looking into infinite nothing. What I imagine as what would be after Space; a constant expansion.

like gnawed bones left on a forest floor, it was spread and scattered haphazardly through the fields, only breaking as you pressed forward. Shapes of familiarity arriving into your senses as soon as you landed on them.

The slight nudge of disorientation and unease settled on me, just as the fog’s tendrils rose like steam.

And this was just a Saturday morning.