Beyond FOG

I thought about the title before I had the body of this entry. Mason would condemn me for that since I think he is certain that the title comes from the body of work. I kind of agree in the same way that I kind of believe either it will rain or the clouds will break in the middle of a summer day. 

The reason I gave it this title was because I wanted to write about something that went beyond what Fog on Fire became. I have a hard enough time deciding whether or not I should capitalize the "o" in Fog On Fire. That last way of it looks sturdier but “on” is a preposition and I would rather be technical than visual. Once I learn the rules I believe that I will go on to be both, but for now I want to find the balance of technical and visual—and that can be messy.

I wake up at this time of year with a window open by my bed and a fan at the other side to funnel what use to be very hot air. As the summer ends, the air has become colder and comes with a scent that takes me back to my tent when I was on the road. The reason that this entry goes beyond Fog On Fire is because it is an expression and example of life that didn’t take the stage in FOG which was more of a captain’s log.

I rode my bicycle into town this morning under the overcast sky past a group of horses in their field. I looked over and let out a “NAaayy.” Sometimes they look over in either confusion, laughter, or one of many reactions. When I was on the road and traveled alone past the many fields, forests, and small towns, I would make their animal noise toward them:

“Moooooo!”

“BaAaAaa!” etc.

I really miss the day to day life on the road now that I’m swamped in a schedule and the normality of community.