A mist like none other came rambling in
on the warm, jagged breakers of the Gulf
giant rollers; great, undulating waves
toppling all over one another
This was no fog
no, those were felt many times
lingering on mountain passes
in the valleys and caves
No, this was something else altogether
alive, thick and enveloping
From the top floor of a white stucco building
trimmed in baby blue
the view was like none other
When the feeling hit with a suddenness
it overwhelmed
suffocated, almost
Collapsing onto the bed, just as the telephone rang
the sound muffled
answering with, “I’m just so tired…”
“I bet you are,” the caller responds knowingly, with a smile.