Ethereal concealment, almost an oxymoron, dense and yet incomplete, as though it was only important that the first ten feet of any vertical matter be hidden from view.
There is mystery in that ground fog, childhood fears, real and yet untouchable, muted laughter and weeping, emotions spanning the years, memories with no expiration date. Thoughts move with footsteps through the haunted atmosphere, decades disappear, replaced by memories, as real as any figment of the imagination.
Red is gray and yellow white, this day in white satin, excuses offered to the moody blues, playing on the Victrola in my mind, days of future passed, as all time is, morning or afternoon, evening or the dark before dawn, impossible to tell as Nature spreads her veil upon us.
Walking through ground fog is unsettling. We rely so much on our senses. When one is altered, or deprived, adjustment takes time, and that time is filled with measured steps, halting steps, as the familiar becomes mysterious. Ground covered many times in the past, committed to memory, is no longer. Confidence falters and each step is a reminder of years long ago, the toddler years, when adventure equaled risk and the accompanying trepidation.
Ground fog gives the impression of walking among giants, mythological beings rising out of the primordial ooze to rule the earth, tree tops and shed roofs, floating above a sea of white, or gray, no foundation, nothing to anchor them in place . . . nothing to anchor you in place.
It seems odd to say, but there are no odors associated with ground fog, as if they are not allowed, or there is limited atmosphere and no room for them, but at the same time the untouchable seems to have substance, a trick of the imagination, perhaps, for how can vapor and molecules have sufficient density?
WHAT’S THE POINT?
None, really, just a writing exercise to sharpen the skills. So many people ask where my inspiration comes from, or where my muse resides. I thought I’d show you.
Have a great day!
Bill
“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”
Billybuc
Artistry With Words 
Absolutely loved this walk with you through your imagination and definitely was a fun read this morning. Happy Tuesday now, Bill!! 🙂
Thank you Janine! I can always count on you! Happy Tuesday to you too!
Bill, what a vivid walk through your imagination! I loved it!
Thank you so much, Audrey, for walking along with me.
Bill
I could feel the damp as we walked. My brain was telling me I should smell the wet pine that’s all around, and I really enjoyed the walk. Thank you.
Lawrence
High praise for sure, Lawrence. Thank you sir!
This is a different writing style than I have seen before. I don’t know if there is an official name for it, but today’s post is melodic. It reads like a beautiful poem.
I truly appreciate those kind words, Marlene. Thank you very much!
You are a conjurer, a magician, a master craftsman with a pen.
High praise from you, Mike, and I’m honored and humbled.
When I started reading, I immediately thought you were setting the scene. Well done, Big Bro. You are masterful in your execution of words. 🙂 There’s so much mystery in the fog – and it can be benevolent or evil, a sanctuary or a hell. And well…mist can form a great backdrop to a great story. I wish you a great week ahead. Sending hugs from over yonder.
Thanks LIl Sis! I do so little creative writing nowadays, it’s just nice to do a paragraph or two when I have the chance.
Happy Hump Day, Lil Sis!
This was beautiful, Bill! the mystey of the fog… thoughts and feelings it evokes… Loved it! Thanks for sharing your creative process with us 🙂
Thank you so much, Emese!
Here in Missouri, a lot of times the fog comes up as a mist just as the sun is coming up. The sound of fog is different too. It has been a while for me, but I know what you mean.
The sound of fog….very true, Donna! I’m ashamed of myself for not including that.
Absolutely stunning poetry and you captured the fog perfectly. Thanks for blessing my day.
Awww, thanks so much, Lori! I’m humbled!
Thanks for this, Bill. It’s every bit as dreamy as I hoped it would be. Nice nod to ‘Knights in White Satin’, by the way.
Enjoy your weekend.
Thank you Zulma! If I can’t give a shout out to the Moody Blues, I’m not worth my salt as a writer. 🙂 Happy Weekend to you, my friend.
This is beautiful and profound writing Bill. I love fog and the mysteries it holds.
Thank you so much, Andrea! Coming from you, that is high praise.
The fog story!!! I loved taking this walk and just reading how the words flowed! I kind of miss my blog where I just let my heart out…
It’s never too late to begin again, Shell! Thank you!
This is truth. I may have to “unsunset” it. lol Would I cal that “sunrising” it?
I like that, Shell….sunrising it is!
I love this, Bill, especially the allusion to no foundation. Ground fog camouflages the defined surface of the earth, making it appear as if the sky has turned upside down.
Perfect description, Sha! Exactly like that!!!
You have a way with ideas and words. Thanks for sharing this writing exercise. I’ll have to do more exercises of my own.
Thanks so much, Kathy! I love writing exercises like this. Use it or lose it; that’s what I was taught a long time ago.