Walking in the fog

Walking in the fog
There is a time
Once a day
Perhaps a minute or two
Part of me goes to that day
When I died a little inside
A normal day in a normal life
For anyone else
The ringing goes on
Or the lonely call of a train
From across the lake
Will bring me back
From the slender of inner solitude
Listening to the voices of rocks and trees
Wondering where this journey will lead
Missing those walks in the fog
Shielded by rain
Face tranquil in hesitation
As that minute flew silently past