Outside sounded wrong. There was a lack of noise. No crunch of tires on the last snow of the year. The fog was just there. It didn’t roll in. I woke up and it was staring me in the face. A shapeless mass that peered into my soul finding the horrors of my life. I shuddered and closed my eyes ending the stare.
I opened them again looking for others. Dog walkers remained unseen, in fact, stayed indoors? Not enough foot traffic either. Looking at the empty swing I wondered if our silent unseen saint would ride to our aid, again.