I sat with a fog this morning as it was huddled between the
hills and atop the river. It was grey
and quite like a convalescing relative.
And then I had a hallucination. Out
across the river toward the southeast, the fog began to glow like a golden son
of man and lit up the river like the heart of the old relative had received a
healing promise. I looked at it and
realized it was a thin slice of fog that had allowed the sun above to shine
through. I was sincerely sorrowful for
my rational intelligence for I would have rather lived with my hallucinations
for a while longer.
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