Old Friend

Like a surprise visit from a friend, or a once-lost, happy memory, or a lovely dream recalled,

Peering at the Fog in the City makes me dance inside.

I step into it and let it surround me.

Though it seems I am in a clear pocket, I know that it is all around.

It Engulfs me, Adheres to me. Permeates me.

Hello old friend. Sure is good to see you once again...

How I've missed you.

Wrap me in your misty embrace. Warp me back to focus on all that is good.

And all IS good.

Comfort me, keep my vision on the near, and muffle the noise.

Remind me that I am only who I am, see only what I can see, hear only what I can hear.

There are voices, faces, far away, but I am here, now.

And I remember who I am: I am my oldest friend, full of happy memories, and lovely dreams.