Winter Fog Wander

I wandered through the morning fog downtown on the eve of winter solstice.

The “morning” fog lasted well past that, into the afternoon. So thick the ferry couldn’t dock and had to turn around.

Vapor so dense my grey hair crinkled into bouncy waves. Intemperate and rowdy compared to the relative stillness of the water making the liminal curtains of fog all the more dreamy and seductive.

The kind of fog I fantasize about living in, and being shielded by. Pale, hidden, naked, and fleshy. A gleeful ghost of a super-human body saturated in chilled atomized wetness.