Jabberwock Fog
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… JABBERWOCK FOG. The February rain came down, washing away the sky, washing down the dark. Fog rose in the hollers and crept up the mountains, cold wet breeze whispering in the oak trees, chill blanket on the rock bluffs dark and black with rain. Lonely piles of snow moldered. The roads slick.…