By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 12 January 2001
the fog, part I
he came with the fog...
some said he would come, others said he didn't exist.
some had prophecied years ago, and only the old could remember the prophecy.
his story had been handed down for generations, and became a myth, a legend to tell around a roaring fire on a cold winters night.
when the fire could keep you warm, and inside.
but then the fog came.
thick with milk and crowding out the breath, it surged forward with its own energy and life.
first you heard the silence, piercing your ears with its stillness. I've always needed noise anyway, to keep things at bay, and allow myself peace.
the silence stayed for days with the fog, no one talked during that time or smiled, they seemed to have forgotten.
then it came, just as dusk had set, and the fog hastened on the night to close us in.
the sound of water, the rushing of waves hitting a shoreline.
we were landlocked, nowhere near water, but it was there, the sound of the sea surrounding us in our fields.
then the fog lifted
and he was there, in the field, waiting....
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