I’m surrounded by a fog. It’s powder blue. I’m wondering where the sun is today. It must be busy touching down for others. I look for my feet. I see a little white sparkle. Is that some light? I reach out for it. I feel it. It’s wet. I swirl my hand in it. I pull it back towards my face. My hand is all muddy. The wet mud immediately begins to dry. It makes all these cracks. It feels stiff. I turn my hand in the air and make a fist.