Fog again, only this time she wasn't walking in it. Carolyn hugged her sweater tightly. It provided little warmth in the cold dampness. Nothing stirred in the night air. The front porch seemed supernaturally still, her thoughts loud and all too natural.
"He is there, and I have fallen in love."
Out of the dark he materialized, head first then broad shoulders that tapered down to weathered hands on hips. The rest of him wavered as the fog lapped silently at the steps.
"Must love prove more illusory than spirits?"
"We are both delusional." Carolyn smiled bravely, and sighed sadly.
