Fog Monologue

I don't think I'll ever forget myself as I was just then; my legs sprawled up on the picnic table and back arched to try and conform to the rigid wooden chair that would never be comfortable. My eyes were shut, and my sigh was soft. My chest hurt, but not in a broken-hearted kind of way. It was actually physical, but I tried to ignore it. I felt like crying for no reason, but I didn't. Is there a scholastic explanation for gut feelings?
I’ve never bothered to hold onto memories of scientific names or the intricacies at work within the universe. It’s probably too much for me to handle, existentially. I don’t understand sunsets or chloroplasts, but the mystery keeps me interested. Some things I just don’t want to look up. Tell me that the light reflects off of the clouds and that the sun gives plants life.
Fog is hovering above the lake on a chilly morning. I haven't learned the science behind that either. I like to think that the air critters are having a dance because …show more content…
They tickle my feet as I walk by on the outskirts of their ballroom. I don't feel bad, though, they think it's a game. Even though I step on them, I never hurt them; they'll never die. All the water critters that clung to the legs of the Ancients as they stretched their necks toward greens above them are the same water critters that are lounging on their grass lawn chairs today. The fire critters are the most elusive, yet to me they are also the friendliest. They want everyone to be warm and try their best to make the world smell like comfort. I see the fire critters most often when I'm with others; they enjoy gathering in the metal bowls my friends put out on their patios. They don't know their own strength, but even their destructive gatherings in the forest can seem cleansing at times. I didn’t see them that day at the lake; it’s probably for the best, though I could feel the cold even in my