Lifted fogOctober 24, 2011
The city pushed back the mist the next morning, the sun emerging like a starlet through a fog-filled stage. She watched it all happen from the window high above the street, her breath clouding the window when she leaned too close.
Come back to bed, he said from the shadowed corner of the room.
Soon, she said, though she knew she wouldn’t. She didn’t know how to tell him she’d reached clarity. She couldn’t explain the viewshe only knew she was the only one of the two of them who could see it at all.