I walked in slip on flowery shoes down a damp sidewalk.
But it hadn’t rained.
Just a dense fog covering everything.
And for that brief instance sun broke through.





And I guess I could never explain why the weather always inspired me.
Maybe it was you.
Hoping that maybe you were caught in the fog too.
Breathing in damp air at 9:00 in the morning thinking of me.





And I wish you knew that you’re contagious.
And maybe I don’t show it enough but I do smile.
But maybe just for today.
Just because the fog covered every emotion.



&.




Maybe I’m not always clear while I’m stuck in my own head.
I forget how to breathe sometimes.
Forget where to look before I’m tripping over my own feet.
Head in the clouds they say…







But it was only fog.
Today.







I took a picture of it, you know.
The trees carved out so beautifully looked blurred beneath the gray.
The sun poked through for an instance trying to break everything.
But it all came out muddled.





And I don’t think the weather has ever been that confused before.
And I don’t think I’ll ever forget how easily everything fit so perfectly.




How I saw everything so clearly with dense fog in my eyes.





&.






It’s almost December now.
And the sun always creeps over dusty clouds.
And on those 9:00 A.M. mornings I hope you know I breathe you in.
Wiping stardust from my eyes.






Remembering everything the night before.
Only hoping for morning just to daydream.








But it was only fog.
Today.
Although the sidewalk tells me rain.













And I guess I’d never fail to tell you.












Why the weather inspires me so beautifully.
And how clear you look at 9 A.M. through foggy dreams.

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