The fog was heavy at 5:00 am and the headlights of my truck and the oncoming cars glowed dimly through the wet blackness. I drive carefully and strain my eyes to watch for the glowing red eyes of the deer in fields beside the road hoping they don’t jump in front of my vehicle. It’s not raining but water from the fog beads up on the windshield and on my hair and face as I get out of my truck and walk into the gym.
Thanks for reading and commenting, I hope to write more regularly again.
Good to have you back, we like your posts. You kinda let your readers down like you did your date. But we won’t hold it against you if you keep on writing.