The fog doesn't hide you, it just makes you quieter to yourself.
Two boys walk opposite directions across a damp stone bridge, their reflections whispering more than they do. One wears modern trainers and a hoodie, fingers curled near his mouth. The other—cap, wool socks, something borrowed from a hundred years ago—stares at the ground like he's memorizing the sadness.
Behind them, the graffiti reads like a spell you’re only allowed to hear when you're small enough to need it:
“YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST BOY TO FEEL THIS WAY.”
And maybe that’s the whole weather today—soft rain, borrowed clothes, the ache of being not-first and still hurting like you invented the feeling.
It feels like a message from older ghosts, written for future selves. Boys that tried silence and boys that didn’t, boys that time-travel emotionally through one another. Maybe they’ll never meet. Maybe they already have.
Sometimes a puddle holds more memory than the sky.
Misty Bridge Apple Loaf
Ingredients:
2 tart apples, grated
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup softened butter
1 tsp cinnamon
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
Pinch of salt
Optional: walnuts or drizzle of honey
Instructions:
Preheat oven to 175°C (350°F). Grease a loaf pan.
Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, vanilla, then stir in grated apple.
Mix dry ingredients separately, then combine.
Pour into pan, bake for 40–50 mins.
Let cool in the fog of your kitchen window. Eat quietly.
