Wire Haiku

low-flying fog 
marbles with the night — 
freezing, freeing all

If you can’t tell already, I really like fog.

Another day, another fog haiku. Sorry, but fog might just be the element of nature I feel closest to. It’s my spirit animal, my inner light, and my absolute obsession during the winter months.

Searching my Spotify library for “fog”, my only hit is In The Fog, In The Flame by Bec Sandrige, a song I don’t remember downloading but that sounds exactly like the moody mindbenders I would have been listening to in 2017. Past Me is a predictable fellow.