“Headed Home” (A short I made last week on a foggy commute home)

I see this every day. After hours in an office, in front of a virtual world, it’s great to experience movement. The slow arch up over the bridge, above the water, buildings on both sides that snake along the river, obscured by mist. Down the other side of the bridge, towards home, the first stop. Details of life here and there appear to me (or the world) and then disappear. An exhale, headed home.