Relaxing into the Fog
by Tracey Metzger
One day the sun is shining. Then, without much notice, I see, with my peripheral vision, a dark stormy cloud. It is coming from behind, reaching around both sides of me and entering my line of sight. I panic knowing that soon it will surround me. I try to run but my feet are heavy, as if someone has filled the soles of my shoes with cement. I can’t escape it. It engulfs me. The air is saturated and it begins to rain.
Hope says, “The rain will pass. The sun will shine again. And you will run once more.”