Swallowed up by the sky

I was traveling through the prairies on my way to a funeral.  It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't up yet and the sky was just beginning to lighten.  As I crested a small rise I came upon a valley filled with fog.  Stretched out before me was a lake of cloud, dotted by islands where earth met sky.  To the left a train floated by, surreally suspended in the air above the fog.  The world lay quietly asleep beneath a blanket of mist.  For a moment I floated disconnected between realities and then I was swallowed up by the sky as I descended into the fog.  Embraced by the mist I returned to earth.