The Fog
A wall of fog that seems to have a mind of its own consumes the land.
He gazed out of the window and saw a mix of dirty orange, yellow, and green. The somber colors of autumn. The fog of the overcast sky was thick and spread his swirling arms down to reach the treetops on the hill across the meadow. He yawned, got up, and went into the kitchen. He just couldn’t shed the veil around his mind today. Maybe more coffee would help.
As he came back into the living room, he looked out of the window again and noticed that he could barely see the treeline. The fog was getting thicker quickly. Fog was normal at this time of the year. It was the first very cold day of the season, and nature seemed to be very keen on making sure everyone stays inside.