Is enough enough?

The northern fog, so lonely in its spreading creep, grasps tightly the terrain beneath it. A misunderstood elemental, it seeks companionship. But the way in which its cloudy feet spill over as it walks frightens many of those nearby. Afraid of being swallowed whole, and losing individuality within that cool grey beast, they turn up their collars and rush off to find warmth. And looking out into the early morning, the condensation on the window drips the tears of the weeping phantom.