Fog

We want to work off the Gyro,
so we walk down to the river discussing our future.
When we arrive,
there is a fog like I have never seen before.
We climb down the rocks scattering rats.
Two couples follow us down.
We literally dip into the fog.
The air down here is ten degrees colder,
and I can finally breathe.
It's the humidity that spreads through my body
and recognizes me as native.