Rachael Green

Foggy Judgement

I took a deep breath. The air was foggy from the late afternoon at the lake. The sun was hiding behind the clouds and the air felt heavy. There were about three to four families at the lake but it was hard to make them out. My hands were trembling as I clutched the note in my palms, knowing that my sweat had surely smudged the ink. It was cold out but the mist felt almost refreshing on my hot face.