If we’d been driving up the highway at Fancy Gap we’d have seen the fog cloaking the mountains. But this morning we were in the mountains. We were in the fog. 

Kendall found a couple of old camping chairs in the cabin closet and placed them like movie seats in the middle of the long back yard. We poured some black coffee into our mismatched mugs and took our seats.

There’s no television at the cabin. You don’t need one. It would be a sin. Nature is the show. Nature is all you need. Well, nature and a good cup of coffee.

On each side of the perfectly rectangular yard, the woods form walls. At the end where our chairs faced, a small hill conceals a small pond. Beyond the pond, another wall of woods. The lush, green grass looks and feels like velvet. It’s like being in your own private theater, 

We watched as a sheet of fog rose from behind the hill and stretched itself as tall as the trees. It hovered for a moment as if it had reached the ceiling and then, in one smooth movement, bent forward and floated towards us.

It spread itself across the width and length of the yard. We watched in silence as it drifted towards us with only the creek and the birds as its soundtrack. We watched in silence as it glided around and through us like some sort of specter. We waited until it reached its end, and then I turned and watched in silence as it wafted around and through the open windows of the cabin.

Kendall turned towards me. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“Pretty cool.” I replied, turning back around. Lifting my coffee to my lips I took a sip and settled in to watch the next one.