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kittenscribbleDriving in the fog makes me want to clean my glasses, except I don't wear glasses any more.
When I left this morning and went to work, everything was covered in mist; when I left work and drove home, conditions were the same. Makes me wonder if anything at all burned off during the day; for all I know, the mist sat down and never left.
Makes driving inconvenient, but it's pretty neat to walk through. I imagine it's a sort of fabric parting before me, that I'm wading through something too ephemeral to feel. At night it catches and diffuses the light from the streetlamps, creating a glowing haze outside my living room windows. Everything's much brighter tonight.
Now if only it were bright enough to read by.
When I left this morning and went to work, everything was covered in mist; when I left work and drove home, conditions were the same. Makes me wonder if anything at all burned off during the day; for all I know, the mist sat down and never left.
Makes driving inconvenient, but it's pretty neat to walk through. I imagine it's a sort of fabric parting before me, that I'm wading through something too ephemeral to feel. At night it catches and diffuses the light from the streetlamps, creating a glowing haze outside my living room windows. Everything's much brighter tonight.
Now if only it were bright enough to read by.
