This morning when I woke up
it was foggy.
Not the usual type of fog,
transparent in places, where
you can see a tree or two
reaching above it.
No, this morning there was
nothing.
The birds were silent, leaving just
the white wall staring back at me.
For a moment of absurdity, I
found myself immensely grateful
that I had closed my window
the night before.
But I knew, had I left it open
I would be with the birds.
The light poured into my room
like a searchlight.
So instead, I pulled the shades,
dulling the glow, and went back
to bed.
When I awoke once more the
fog was gone and the birds were
singing loudly.
And it was in that moment I realized
I was late for class.
