As I drove by in my car

Across a foggy fallow field
a man
and a dog
were back-dropped
by besilvered weeds and billowing clouds.

The fog was sinuous, silky,
its density changing with every wind.

The man was alert, as was the dog.
Not worried or concerned; but focused
laser-like in the moment and the fog.

Partnered in the fallow field,
the man
and the dog
were so deeply engaged in being
they didn't even know they were wet.

Night fall

I saw the most amazing thing in evening's darkening sky:
A flash of silver, livid smudge, a spiral staircase down
From darker cloud to lighter cloud and finally to ground.
I didn't know I watched somebody's best beloved die.