Fog

Last night the fog started to roll in. I love fog. Sounds are muffled, sight is restricted, it is a mysterious form of weather.

When I was a kid, walking to school one day, I came upon a patch of fog in a large empty lot. To me it was the sky coming down to earth, a cloud on the ground. It just sat there, inviting me, so I walked into the middle of it. I remember thinking, ‘so this is what it’s like to have my head in the clouds’. (I was always a daydreamer and that phrase was repeated to me many times.) It was magical. I was hidden in fog, a cloud of protection, embraced by a weather pattern. I think I was probably late for school that day.

Now, whenever I experience fog, it always brings me back to that time when I was young and so amazed. It still amazes me.