In fact, I am scared.
I cannot see your face hidden in the fog.
Even in the past, for example, when I was nine,
I never thought of fog as bad weather,
even after seeing on TV
a sturdy tank driving out from a veil of fog,
I wait silently in the fog,
believing that the sun will come out,
believing that the flowers will still be there,
and you too will still be there,
after the fog has dispersed.