Between

Fog creeps through the valley, erasing the edge where hill meets sky. Nothing is solid here— everything bleeds into gray.

The trees breathe into white, their branches dissolving like words spoken too softly. Distance becomes impossible to measure.

In this suspension, there is mercy: the road ahead is hidden, the past dissolves behind us. We exist only in this moment, this narrowing breath.

When it lifts—and it will— the world returns sharp, aching, defined again by shadow and light. But here, in the between, we are untethered.