Hoping to Find Ground

A blanket of fog settled over the area earlier this evening. Fog so thick that, when driving home, the only things visible were the twin beams of light extending far too short of a distance in front of the car. The road may or may not have been beneath the tires of the car. The only way to have known for sure would have been to stop the car, open the door, and place one foot on the ground - hopefully.

Now the approach of a thunderstorm has made the night all the more unworldly. Lightning flashes illuminate the fog much like, in a rapid volley of fireworks, the explosion of one rocket sends pulsing bursts of brilliant light through the residual smoke of the previous firework.

All that can be seen through my window is a gray soup pulsing with the heartbeat of the storm. So thick is the soup that neighboring houses are not to be seen. My own house might just as easily be a adrift in some cosmic soup as planted on terra-firma. The only way to be sure would be to walk out the front door and plant one foot solidly on the concrete walk - hopefully.