The fog at the horizon is ready to swarm ashore.
It tarries and I steal some time with the cloud-marbled sky.
The sun dips below the west with a fiery sigh.
The fog will soon erase colors and shapes.
But not yet.
Blue and orange still rule:
will only abdicate to the night.
Clouds painted wish short brushstrokes suspended over silently rolling fog.
Four minutes later.
The sun rises behind the screen of coastal fog.
A gentler awakening.