burning_fog past we left before the sun rose, the kids lifted sleeping from their beds and secured in the back. striking off west, dawn slowly roused herself from her slumber, tired fingers painting the rearview mirror in calming pinks as the deep blue of the firmament warmed and lightened into a brilliant, cloudless cerulean. we crossed a river, it's many bends lazily making a mockery of engineers' straight rulers, and then another, and another. they struggled to hold close the cool dampness of the night as the morning sun pulled it away in gossamer threads. the water's course marked over the rolling landscape by the raising fog being slowly burned off by the heat waves's early promise. 220805 what's it to you? who go blather from