This morning at daybreak, I went outside to feed The Old Guy. The fog was thick again. I did not see him, so I whistled. My whistle echoed to damn near Kansas.
It was still outside. The fog blanket surrounding me, gave me a surreal feeling. I felt like I should have been in a movie…..
I like heavy fog.
I loved the heavy falling snow in Northern Michigan. Many times I have been in the pines with big, thick, snowflakes floating to the ground with thier whispers.
It has a feeling of making a person feel so isolated but engulfed in beauty.
It is the same feeling the fog gave me this morning.
I whistled again. I heard a familiar faint whinny and galloping hooves to the North of me.
The Old Guy appeared out of no-where thru the fog, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
I had thought about posting a POLL for this question. But, I dislike Polls.
I want to hear your thoughts that went with your answers.
So, here’s the question:
Do you think it is possible to ‘be in love’ with 2 people at the same time?
I am not talking about lust, I am talking about the real deal.