A Fog

If you've never been in a fog so thick that you can't see where to go, to read it sounds like a flight of fancy. I've been in such a fog as a young man driving home. You're creeping along a highway hoping what you're taking for a white line means something. Simultaneously, you're desperately eyes locked on the road ahead and fearing what might be coming up behind you. For some reason you feel compelled to get to the safety of home. Adam was in such a fog.

Adam had walked most of the way to Nod with his son Cain. To lose one son was a misery too great to bear. To never see the other again made it a journey he'd had to take. That was days ago and he'd been following the sun and the stars West back to Eve, his garden, and his dogs. The fog had begun lightly that morning with the path closed in but clear. Now he was on his knees looking as the path clearly split. Perhaps the Y would rejoin itself just a bit down the way. Perhaps one simply ended beyond where he could see and he could go a set number of paces to find out. Perhaps ... so many perhaps-es but no answers. He wanted to get home. Would the fog last a day, a week. There would be no search party it was his to decide.

As he began to cut boughs from the pines and gather what he could for shelter his thoughts wandered. Since leaving The Garden death was all too real. Everything was impermanent. He could tend a garden but it was a sand castle waiting for the tide. Even those closest to him his son, his wife, heck himself, impermanent. Would it be easier to know that he would die tonight or a year or a hundred? Being alive held a responsibility. Building sand castles wasn't God's purpose for him and yet it seemed to be God's way of giving joy to him. He'd have to ask God while he laid on the boughs and waited out the fog. God didn't always respond quickly these days. Perhaps he could find a stream and make a cup of tea. That would be nice. Not everything can be decided on man's time. Tea sounded nice.

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