Disappearing act

We took a ride to 
see the ocean, to
sit high above
the shore in the gazebo,
to feel the cool breeze
and watch the sailboats,
ferries, yachts, and
kayaks in the bay.

To see the lighthouse,
the fort, and the
islands.

But there was nothing.

No boats, no islands, 
no ocean. No anything.

Just fog.

Like some magician's
sleight of hand, it erased
all that we knew was
before us.

A disappearing act
as convincing as any
other, but this one,
engineered by nature.

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