Privy

In the nearly predawn hours of this morning I set out to buy coffee.  I would like to tell you about the lovely sunrise I saw along the way, but it is an overcast day and there was only a lightning of the gloom.

I live on the edge of town where one might expect to see fog lying like a chilly blanket over cornfields now cut and waiting for next year, but the fields were up and out of bed, shivering along with me and there was nothing except stubble on those early morning fields.

Instead, as I entered the more populated part of town, tiny clouds began skittering across the road and I saw fog rolling across yellow grass like an unearthly tide coming in on the wrong side of day.

It was on an empty lot, fenced in to protect some invisible, thing that man felt was too precious to be left unguarded. I wondered why this lot and none of the others would be rolling in fog?

It occurred to me that maybe it was a cloud farm!  After all, only tiny bits and pieces were escaping through the fence and onto the road!  The rest seemed to be in a continuous state of coming, but never arriving.

It is near Halloween and time for all sorts of eerie and unexplainable events to start occurring.  Perhaps this is where it all begins and I am the only soul here to witness the birth of fog on the edge of a Midwestern town at the beginning of a dark and gloomy day the week before the spookiest night of the year.