Gliding Over the Fog

Airpaint  ·  Leina  ·  May 30, 2026

Between one building and the next,
a small Sorveil floats above the Fog —
drifting sideways, slowly,
through the lines of rain.

Beneath their feet: white Fog,
the receding outer walls,
and the rooftop they haven't quite reached yet.
No trace of the ground anywhere.
In its place: the weight of a hand
on the same rope,
and the warmth of a shoulder against a shoulder —
the only things saying we're here.

Two Frolites,
tracing the upper half of a half-ruined city,
like fingers following a line they don't want to lose.
The sky isn't entirely theirs.
But for these few seconds,
the thin line gliding over the Fog
was unmistakably, quietly,
theirs.