“Oh Foggy Morning”

The fog was so heavy that it muted even the sound of the children on the bus. There were questions about the fog, the usual where, when and why and even these were given in hushed tones. One small girl asked if I thought we would make it to school. As I drove down the road it was almost silent on the bus as the students strained to pierce the fog and see what was ahead. As things grew even quieter I threw up a hand and yelled, “Ahhhhhhhhh”. Payback is a wonderful thing. There was a lack of breathing for a few seconds.