I PERCEIVE THE FOG IN SPOKANE

The Fog clinging to my city today is like a curtain
It feels gray and heavy
When I think of it as gray and heavy
It feels like a damp, cold blanket
The mist on my face might be the tears of a disappointed god
This fog is mournful and dank

The fog clinging to my city today is like a curtain
It shimmers of sliver and feels light
When I think of it as silver and shimmering
Like the soft lighting used to make show biz faces
Seem less harsh
To make the sharp angles in painting more like the stuff of dreams

This fog is cool and cottony
Refreshing like ocean spray
It brushes my cheek with the gentle fingers of the Devine

Perception is everything