My chosen word: Haze
In a Haze
The gutter looked up at him and it was not impressed with what it saw.
Dirty face, hair a mess of tangles, across his forehead were the remnants of a gel that had once made him attractive to another he or she.
The gutter being unusually sympathetic, listened, heard a groan, a mumbled curse the speaker a long way from reality.
The gutter was aware that at this early hour the haze of fog and car pollution was at its peak.
How fitting it thought that the two opposites, a human and nature actually had something in common, were one with each other.
The man moved, an inch, looked up, around, sank down and embraced his new friend.
so often a second thought
always takes us in