The grass is asleep
under its sheet of frost,
covered in
a blanket of fog wisping threadbare
under the sun’s
stolid gaze.
Like me, the earth prefers her beauty sleep.
Even the traffic today is slow to wake.
Crawling along a country road,
tires gripping gravel slick,
we reluctantly inch
forward
into day.
Wishing I could cuddle up and snuggle in, I slit my eyes against the onslaught of glaring light burning its alarm through my window and think:
Just ten minutes more…
~ photo taken through the windshield at a dead stop on a backed-up country road ~
for Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge: blanket
Lovely write, Feve !
Mmmmm… I ran into a bit of that last weekend, driving back to Vancouver from Whistler. All the skiers on their way back home to the Lower Mainland and beyond, to the USA. But it was the Sea to Sky Highway, under the blanket of night, on a tamed stretch of curvy asphalt.
Nothing to see here, but a twisty trail of taillights for kilometers more.
So, yours I think was the better road.
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Night fog happens here too, though I try not to go out in it. It’s an odd sensation to walk or drive through it when the sun is first rising; the sensation of eye-burning sun glare is so much at odds with the cloudy white wetness that obscures vision.