Road Cloud J. M. Strother The morning begins in a slow drizzle. The car is packed. On the road before a muted dawn. The girls in back, awake, then dozing bored. Vacation road trip. Many weary miles to go. The asphalt ribbon wends up and down, This way and that. Mountain road, seldom traveled. My wife points ahead; the mountain hides. Watch for Fog on Road. She looks to me with worried eye. No real choice, we carry on, slower now. Road climbs into the mists. Hey girls, I say over my shoulder, We're in a cloud. Sitting up, they look around. We're in a cloud? Then, amazed, We're in a cloud!

 
~jon
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