Shade.

Surrender

I will give my will to the road.

I will do this today.

I will capture the shade today!

I will not be stopped!

I can not be stopped!

It will be mine.

As I walk through the eerie mid-afternoon fog I see a cars headlights far off in the distance. The fog distorts the light making it appear to be an orange-green color.

This doesn't feel real..

The fog around me smells of pepper and grain

and

I cannot see the sun.

I feel an emptiness growing in the pit of my stomach.

Why is this fog here.

I cannot see my hands.

The car is getting closer.

The fog is hot and I'm getting damp.

I can hear the ocean.

Ravenous waves

beating against a stone drum.

I can feel it.

That car is going to hit me.

I should move.

This doesn't feel right.

Cars don't belong on my road.

Neither does fog.

I will go to the ocean.

I will watch the stars.

I will see if they fall.

I will see if they exist beyond the fog.

Or if their light has surrendered.