Fog lifting above the ground in whisps
My bare feet on cold wet grass
I look for the sun behind the gray
I know it is there
Fog lifting above the fir trees
Then above the ridge
The chill on my skin starts to ache
I look for the sun behind the gray
I know it is there
Fog lifting to clouds
As far as I can see
Light rain falls now from high overhead
I look again for the sun behind the gray
I know it is there
Damp and shivering
I wait
