Day 23 of 360 Days of Symbols. Today’s symbol? Fog.
The grey is everything, like a storm cloud surrounding us. The fog is electric, our hair stands on end as we walk through it and try and find our way out of the yard, towards the cars, maybe away from here. We can’t seem to move forward, every day, stumble around in the shadows, seeing the shapes of pine trees rising up out of nothingness.
At night we can hear children playing inside the fog. It echoes. When we look out we see lantern lights flicker and bend in the vapor surrounding us. Maybe an eye here or there, or teeth, or maybe hair, or a smile. And then gone.