The road is long
The mountain’s grade is steep and relentless
Hairpin turns
Collapsed Bridges
Sheer cliffs to one side
Wind at our backs; up and up we go
Fog
Nothing compares to fog
Fog appears from nowhere
It’s damp, slow, creep engulfs your sense of comfort
Disoriented
Confused
Lost
When will my fog pass; our mountain is beautiful; our journey an adventure
Don’t let the fog take you from me
But don’t let the fog corrupt
If you choose left; I choose left
The tip of the mountain cuts the thick, damp and moist blanket
Press on; the winds have shifted; your gut pangs with direction
Walk; don’t run
I’m on your tail; guide us
Our compass is oriented
Fog’s merciless lingering
Your wit cuts it like a knife  
One foot in front of the other
Together we trod
Together we tread