Seal Cove Dawn

(each issue, we challenge our writers to produce a piece of writing based around a specific theme. The theme for this issue was ‘Fog’…)

If we should wake
and find the world has disappeared,
well, no matter.
We can curl these bodies tight together
wrapped in blankets of downy solitude, these
hand-me-downs from our grandmothers
Ocean
and Sky
and begin
to build anew.
Construct
a universe of quiet in this gray shroud,
a bright kingdom in the mist.
A morning, soft,
with edges blurred,
smoky shades of seclusion and peace
in the loving arms of this wise old weather
and you, my lover
in the fog.

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