Winter Fog
I am at a remote lodging in the North West. Here, deer come near my room and meander around; they tend to linger at the compost hole to eat. As I am walking near by, they are not scared because they seem to be accustomed with humans; and I am not one to bother them. Later, as I retreat, the fog, the drizzle, and the cold, encircle my small room. Through the evening fog I see some distant lights, and hear, perhaps, the howl of a lonely coyote. I fall asleep. It’s just dreams and memories…