"Floating Fog"

Early morning fog drifting over the Chattahoochee River
floating fog
If I reached up through my t-top,
could I touch it?
Far too chilly to let the cold air in
a thankfully warm vehicle.
Traveling an different route this nippy morn
running a few minutes late
always my fate.
Wondering all the way
what to eat today.
If I am what I eat
I would have been a McRib sandwich
that kept revisiting me yesterday.
Already did my good deed for the day
Sent out a so true quote
about undervaluing ourselves
I am learning not to undervalue me.
Thought about telling all my friends how I value them
and what I value most about each one
but I'd be forever and a year
especially with friends so dear
But they know.

Then I wished there were classes for phone etiquette
but those that needed it most wouldn't take the class
and they would be without class literally.
Where have all the manners gone?
Floating on the fog
Adrift in their indifference
and apathy.

Today I painted a gray egret white with white out.
Happiness is... the endless possibilities in art
and sharing ideas with fellow artists
who might be lost in their own fog of without creativity
or who have lost their muse
hopefully only temporarily.
So thankful I can be of use.
Use me Lord
to continue being an encourager to all.
~theRAV~