I LOVE the fog. I can’t get enough of it. A chilly morning with a thick blanket of fog just puts me in the most beautiful state of melancholy goodness. It takes the harsh edges away from everything. It makes even the most mundane views luscious and eerie and soft. I want to go sit quietly, and enjoy the mist on my skin. I want to “hide” in it. Fog is the world slowed down; resistant to waking up and starting a day. It is quiet and still, other-worldly and comforting; and I could stand a lot more of those emotions these days.
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