I walk alone in the dark.

The world continues on.

Lit up in the red and white of taillights.

I feel the harsh heat and stench of cars I carefully pass behind.

I have to reach where I am going too.

I have a home as well.

***

My eyes fall to the road and I see a curious sight.

Perched on the sidewalk, I see down in the trough of the street a haze.

Swirling, dancing, obscuring the asphalt.

Car tires sink into the unknown and fog keeps out the light.

I wonder how they can be so confident.

Am I the only one that sees it?

***

I move to cross the road but hesitate on my isolated path.

It could be some kind of pollution harmful to breathe.

It could be a natural fog covering danger I do not know yet.

I will have to become as brave as the cars.

Cross the unknown as well.

For I have a home as well.