Poetry: The view from the fog

One morning on a walk with my dog Rocco, the fog was so dense around the neighborhood. It was startling yet mystic at the same time.

I realized that while the current view can be so unclear, unknown, unseen while we look at the view, once you get moving, once you start walking into the unknown, the fog dissipates. Things can be seen in front of you including a tree, the street and the sidewalk. But the fog doesn't allow you to see too far ahead of you, just enough for what's right in front of you. 

That's where I am. Taking one step closer into the unknown, into the fog.