An Empty World

Warm half full mug clutched between chilled hands. A thin fog hangs low in the air. Everything is still, seeming almost frozen. The sound of waves gently crashing against rocks. A buoy clangs lost in the distance. In an hour the fog will have faded. The world will be moving once again. Children running. Dogs barking. Couples walking. This moment gone. A sleepy memory somewhere in the back of the mind. Forgotten until tomorrow. When the world will vanish again, in a cloud of fog. And all that will exist is a warm mug clutched between two hands.