Tag: fog
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November 25, 2014
A SMALL THANKSGVING STORY One Thanksgiving, a long time ago, I was driving down Highway 27 in Central Florida. It was early in the morning. The highway was layered in a dense, low-lying, patchy fog. I was twenty-nine years old, and I wanted to be someone other than who I was. I had no idea…
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June 24, 2014
I left alone early on Friday morning to drive north, to join friends at the cabin. First, it was foggy. After the fog, there were clouds. After the clouds, there was rain. And then, an unseen hand pulled the curtain back and this world appeared: green, blue, bright beyond all reckoning. When I got to…