Fog Over Lake Washington

The fog sits thick over Lake Washington - immovable like an activist. Wakes come in from behind the curtain - in an endless supply - to tickle the shore.   Watching change, a trout's splash ripples the water which in turn ripples thoughts through my mind.   It occurs to me that as I try [...]


...that silence made me feel isolated, watched. How did I get this way anyway, so separated from anyone else, where does that come from? now it all starts to sink in, the quietude of space. I’m an asshole.