On the damp wooden stairs of my porch

I imagine I'm standing on my own personal dock

Watching over the waves of the lake

Admiring the misty horizon that never seems to grow closer

Walking barefoot on the slippery asphalt of my driveway

I pretend like I'm performing my own musical

Dancing with sopping wet leaves stuck to my arches

Dreaming of running to horizon as the sun clears away the remaining dew

With a twirl in the deepest puddle

I'm in the foggy horizon

I'm standing in the home residing in my fantasies

And the perfect view of the lake's excited waves

The freezing air pelts my skin with rain

Although I'm too focused on the trees

Growing high above my sturdy roof

Creating layers of leaves to rest in and watch the dreary sky

Lazy winds guide me inside to my warm kitchen

Smelling of dinner and eventually dessert

Cozy blankets on a plush couch await me

First, I need to dry off

My shirt soaking to the point it feels like another layer of skin

Feet shivering through their leaf shoes

My mind runs through the different possibilities to spend my evening

I spend a few moments listening to the droplets hitting the house

Stepping into the warm embrace of the kitchen

My vision goes blurry as I slip on the hard floor

Landing into a chilling puddle in my driveway

My pants developing dark patches

I reach for the orange leaf drifting towards my small lake

And twirl it between my fingers

As the hazy horizon disappears behind more

And more layers of fog than before