Lights in the distance,
cottony droplets suspended,
in a milky sea,
sound of distant autos running,
muffled by the blanket of fog.
Trees and shrubs, an
occasional person, shrouded
with white, reflective vapors.
Fog lifts from ponds and marshes,
sounds echoing across the flat.
The explosion of two ducks, rising
with squawking beaks and drumming wings.
These are the memories that I remember
from those days of long ago,
when I was young.
The excitement comes