Fog.

I was late at the office, shivered more than I should have on the walk home, cursing myself for not wearing a sweater.

I didn’t have anything in mind for the evening, but the fog was beautiful and I figured fuck it, why not, mounted the 35 1.4 and went back into the haze.

The night was dense…a blanket of fog covered the Brooklyn waterfront; empty streets and quiet corners were too tempting.

I felt a tap on my right leg close to midnight.

“Want any company?”

I wouldn’t say no.

“I feel the need to take a walk”

I’ll meet you outside your place. 

Branches brushed my shoulders as I passed the church across from her apartment.

Her lips met mine as we said hello.

I didn’t think I’d see you tonight. 

“I felt spontaneous, which is unusual for me.”

I wasn’t complaining.

She’s going to laugh at me when she reads this.

I really don’t mind.