fog

i am trying to run again. and there is a bridge over the mckenzie river, not so high that you couldn't safely jump if the water was lower and the air warmer. running across it, beneath whatever song i render perfect for the moment, i can hear the rush of the winter current past the dead trees along the shore. even if i do not slow down, on the bridge everything seems somehow paused, posing. the fog lays over the river like a hovering blanket. in the suspended space between the grassy park populated by geese and homeless people and the mall parking lot on the other side, there is joy.