Fogged 

The deep obscuring fog lays heavy, cutting visibility to the land in front of your feet. Isolated from the rest of the world.

The sound, when it came, was so intense and close. There was no warning that I wasn’t alone. The thick soupy fog gives no idea as to what is behind the curtain.

I’ve never been frightened by the sound of a cow bawling for her calf before. But it totally startled me and sounded like she was standing right beside me instead of behind the fence line.

Bernie 

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