Fog always put me in a good mood. So it was no surprise that I found myself content for the first time the entire night as I stood alone on the porch. Looking out into the roads compacted with a dense on-earth cloud and hearing the hallways of the house behind me cluttered with footsteps of strangers I tell myself to love, somehow I find peace in my solitude. However, this peace is not that which you would wish to have as a companion. It is, instead, the kind of peace that reassures you that where you are is easily as confusing and difficult as anywhere you will ever go. The kind of peace that scares the shit out of you for you know this is the only fear you will face. The only hatred you will have to heal from. The only road you will ever have to walk.
The door to the porch opens and someone walks out. Without looking, I know its her. She says nothing, and silently comes up behind me and puts her arms around my waist. Together, we look out into the fog. Together, we look out into the peace.