foggy

Sometimes the things we cannot see reveal the memories we carry most clearly. This minimalist poem drifts through fog-covered roads and ghostlike forests before returning to the deep blue sea—a meditation on memory, mystery, and quiet peace.

Sometimes the things we cannot see reveal the memories we carry most clearly. This minimalist poem drifts through fog-covered roads and ghostlike forests before returning to the deep blue sea—a meditation on memory, mystery, and quiet peace.