The fog

Early autumn morning.
It is foggy outside.
I dress up and leave the house.
Already late because i had to wash the dishes and some other housework.
But finally I managed to run off and get into nature.
Here I start running.
Much too fast through this dense fog.
Reaching the woods I would not slow down.
A twig hits me on my cheek.
My bad.
Why did i had to go at this time.
Why did I have to choose this path?
But I struggle on.
After all I like fog.
And the tingling feeling it creates on my skin.
Then fog lightens.
I can see the ground in front of me.
One step further and i would have fallen in a great abyss
which appeared directly in front of me.
I smile.
Then I jump.
– sanados