Early mornings at the freight dock

The routine movement of a job mix with the mystery of the natural element (fog). Nicely worded. Reminds me a bit of Otis Reddings last hit, "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay".

Thanks for catching it. And I resonate with Otis Redding and that song whenever labor turns the mind to rest.

You pour so much atmosphere and detail into just a few short lines Loki.  This sounds like personal experience to me, you handling a tough job then filing it away for later usage in some really fine work.

"The fog absorbs it all
Unaltered as I wish I could be"

The fog could be your imagination catching those long hard hours and preserving everything, including the "flow and frustration."  Not sure I got that correct but I enjoyed this strong and succinct write.

Every morning at 4:30 the belts start moving and just before dawn is the fog. The freight dock is dim, crisp orange bulbs set the same mood as many of the guys who work with me.

But also, yeeeah, the fog might as well be amorphous tar because everything sticks to it!

Beautiful imagery.

burnt orange ghost

Thank you for reaching. Fog is a lively organism.

"The flow and the frustration
The fog absorbs it all
Unaltered as I wish I could be"  this soooo resonates with the day i'm having today!! Wow

Y'know? I never want the stuff to stick to me, it just does!