Afternoon Fog

Most days the fog is burnt off by now,
but here in the late afternoon,
it still obscures the mountains,

leaving you to finish the journey
blind.

About this poem

I’m 58, and life is still as much of a science experiment as ever. That’s both a blessing and a curse, depending on the day.

Tom

PS – the picture was taken today, at about 3 in the afternoon, at the edge of town.