Wrapped in a blanket I look to the window,
my sight limited by what the fog has decided to show.
As I make out shapes and forms,
I can almost hear a distant horn.
Soft shadows revealing themselves,
in this early morning I walk by myself.
A gentle mist cooling my face,
as I move forward at a slow pace.
I know what lies in its dark corners,
but I no longer fear these murmurs.
Although in the mist I cannot see,
I know now to just Be.