Ghost in the Fog

It’s been a while since I’ve  done one of my song lyric stories where I intertwine lyrics from a song into a story. So here goes… the song is at the end. 

I must have seen the same face a thousand times, round here, over there, drinking coffee, shopping, waiting for the tram. It was a face that said don’t mess with me, my walls are crumbling and I just want to go about my business quietly. I want to be left well and truly alone. The happy look was grumpy, the neutral look was angry, the angry looked livid. I suppose if I had to come up with one adjective to describe that face it would be tired, tired of life or tired of something. The grey hair and grey beard gave an impression of being a ghost in the fog, dissolving into the background. 

But today I saw something I’ve never seen before, a smile. Not even a hint of a smile, but a real smile; exposing dimples and a sparkle in the eye that looked like it was designed to ignite smiles in others. A smile that made the clouds move, so the angels get a better view. No longer a face that says I’m thinking of jumping now a face that says I’m walking along the edge were the ocean meets that land, sunshine on my back. feet in the warm sea. 

There was nothing I could see that was causing the smile just a myriad of happy thoughts only in the head. Like good news delivered on wire in an circus. 

But I’d been staring for too long, I stepped away from the mirror, still smiling.