Outside the fog is hanging thick in the air. Covering the world in a misty, woolen blanket.. Hiding it in a veil of tiny water drops. An other sip of my coffee.. Crackles from the fire place as a log falls over. It's quiet now. I could be alone in the world, in the whole universe for that matter.. Wonder how it would feel like. Floating in a bubble of time and space, in a raven black sky, all alone. Like a baby in the womb, with no escape plan. A space traveler, caught up in my own self. No plan, or mission.. Just to be.
Footsteps next doors throws me out of my spiral of thoughts. I'm not alone.. A feeling of relief washes over me.
All the photos is found on Google from various artists, under the search words: alone fog nature forest.
