White. 

That’s all I can see out my window. A wall of white from shoreline to sky, unbroken, no shades, no interruptions, no variation. A fog, thick and gloomy, obliterating the snow covered lake and the mountain across it and the sky above it. Blinded by the white. But it’s not really white at all. It’s a dull grey, cold and forbidding, daring me to go out and poke around in it, discover it’s secret, test it’s authority. 

What if it goes on forever? What if I am to spend the rest of my life wandering in this omnipresent mist waiting and watching as things materialize mere feet in front of me allowing no time or space for reaction or avoidance? A bear, a wolf, a hole in the ice…terror…all of my senses are on high alert, listening and sniffing, praying for the breeze that never comes to blow it all away. 

Then a sound, faint, distant but unmistakably human. I turn toward it, moving faster and faster until the sound becomes music and the music becomes laughter and the laughter becomes a party and I hear singing and the stomping of feet and the clinking of glasses and a murmur of romance and it’s all around me and I spin around and around racing back and forth in the fog but I can’t find it. I can’t find anything…or anyone. I stand there, sweaty from running, my chest heaving, my mind reeling as the sounds drift away, slowly, until silence once again reigns. 

And then…and then… 

And then I don’t know. But it was a fun little romp…kinda like writing a Twilight Zone episode…except for the hard part, which would be to resolve the mystery of my fog-world and fill another twenty pages…which I’m not into right now ‘cause this is my blog…which, to be sure, is free form so I can do anything I want but I have a feeling that doing any actual writing would require long periods of sitting and waiting for input from ‘who-knows-where’ and I’m having way to much fun recording and playing around with a new song to get into that space. So…someday maybe. 

Still, there are a few places to go from that opening scene. I could shift around and talk about how it may be that most of us live in a Fog-world right now but aren’t aware of it. I mean terrifying things do pop up without warning on a regular basis. And quite often we don’t actually see the party we’re attending because our minds are are too busy sniffing and listening for warning signs of the impending disasters we imagine await us. 

Or, let me see, what else? It could always just be a nightmare but that’s such an easy device…unless, of course, one were to wake up to a world even more terrifying than Fog-world. Now that would be true Twilight Zone. 

Speaking of which…are you watching the Black Mirror series on Netflix? T’is a worthy successor to TZ. Every episode is a stand alone piece, all set in a relatively near future and centred on technologies which we all know are on the verge of existence…if they aren’t already here. Check it out. 

Got to run. It’s 2 o’clock and I want to get in some work on the bass part on my new song before I have to knock off to make dinner(I’m no bass player…that’s for sure). I’ve constructed a simple line but my sloppy fingers have left me with some patching to do. 

I miss David…he was the real deal.