Thick mist

Drove to work early. That’s half past four in the morning. Clear sky. Stars and such. Absent traffic.

Looked out the building around eight. Pure snow. Cotton air. No visibility. Till eleven, like damp smoke out there. Must have been a hell of a drive for people out thee I thought. I didn’t really care. Summer is over, that’s now official. Wet and white mist, thick as a mountain of cocaine. Strange shadows on the sidewalk. Like Chinese shades over a pot of boiling water. Kept working. Glanced out once in a while. No evolution. Cars’ and trucks’ lights dimming in the fog, like aliens’ eyes in the ‘whiteness’.

Left work a 1 pm. Clear blue sky. Sunny and hot. Summer is not so far behind us it seems after all.