above the clouds

The clouds were low today. A thick fog had descended, flooding the town. I went up to the hills to escape from its grasp, the sky was blue, the sun as strong as if it were a summer evening. The white ocean lay before me, turning the hills into islands. The only shapes in the horizon were trees and mounds reaching from beneath the misty sea. The landscape had changed. Forever in my heart it will remain that way, even as I sit beneath the depths of that fog knowing I shall never stand above it again.    - 27/12/25