In the Fog

She drove to the harbor
hoping to capture some
creative shots.
she pulled up to the edge
lined with heavy posts where boats
could easily be tied.
out of the corner of her eye
she noticed the physique of a man
the fog so thick, he just seemed
to blend in.
she couldn't even see his features
he paced back and forth a few times,
then leaned against one of the poles,
sliding his hands into his pockets.
she wasn't sure if he waited for someone
or if he just needed a place to think,
she felt intrigued by him,
she put the lens on her camera, glancing up now and again to be sure he was still there.
he had a nice build, tall and fit
his hair short, almost military
he ran his hand over his eyes,
probably to remove the heavy mist
swirling around him.
she stepped out of her car,
camera in hand, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, packed them
in his palm before opening
pulled one out and tapped it against the box
before sliding them back into his front pocket
he placed the butt into his mouth
glancing up for the first time,
seeing her standing there.
he cupped his hand over the cig,
lit up, taking a heavy drag,
he exhaled slowly, the smoke billowing
around him, she wasn't sure why, but she
suddenly thought  that had to be the sexiest thing, a man draped in smoke and fog,
the mystery of it, the wanting to know ...
she smiled to herself, and took his photograph