Fog

I awake to a morning of mist.
It lies like a gentle cooling cloak across my fevered brain.
My sleep of the night before was restless,
troubled by dreams of missed flights to places unknown.
Somehow I cannot grasp the meaning of it all.

So I walk here amidst the obscurity and wait for the fog to fly away.

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