by Doug McIntire
The fog hasn't lifted. Hell, it hasn't even lessened. But things feel different; less oppressive somehow. Perhaps tomorrow will get better. Perhaps the weather will clear. Or perhaps there will just be the tiniest bit of light poking through the mist, promising hope and pointing toward a brighter future.
Doug McIntire might be metaphorically in the fog, but looking up seems a little brighter these days. He lives online here.