Hunker Down

Hunker Down. The mist obstructs the peak. As if I could peek at it anyway with the way this road winds. The wind betrays the uneven shape of the mountains as it throws its weight against me in gusts. I guess the mist is more of a foggy rain. Reigned in on the whipping wind, the pelts of fog obstruct my sight. The road winds upwards on to white and I am drenched.