Mind Walking with Ghosts

Fog is one thing that scares me.  My imagination runs wild.

Ghosts walk, vampires strike, Jack the Riper comes a calling.

And planes can't fly.

Anchorage has been seeing a weather pattern this past week of one that is most unusual: Fog.

We are socked in every morning, several days the fog never lifted.  Last 3 days lifting by noon and giving Anchorage glorious blue skies.

I once wrote a short story that terrified my readers.  That story lead off with fog, a playground and a little girl. 

I need to get back to writing short stories and poetry - I miss that part of my mind's creativity.  A college professor once stated "you are a gifted writer You are a poet; I eagerly await to see what you write each assignment"  she wrote this on one of my papers in bright red ink Circled and underlined so I would not miss her comment; I still have that sheet of words somewhere in my treasures from the past.

I step away and give you Fog ~  Mind Walking with Ghosts