“The fog surrounds us as we leave the harbor. Five minutes into the bay, and we might as well be on the moon. The sun swells the fog, and the light glows, painting us gold like icons. I believe in the sky and the answers in it.Every 30 seconds, Elizabeth sounds the horn, a reminder that we are of this world and not another. The more we stare into the fog, the less we see.
The horn is an echo. We have the ocean below us and the sky above us. Oxygen, when frozen, is a robin’s egg blue. Inhale ocean. Exhale sky.”
~ Cig Harvey