This is Saturday and while my desk top still awaits me, I figure it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.
I was in the mood to be outside. It’s b-r-r-r cold today, and this morning, well, it was even colder and it was thick with fog. There’s something to be said for fog, especially in the dead drab of winter. All that junk and clutter that our minds normally see are hidden from view and everything just seems — well just seems calmer, you know? Everything is muted in color, details are missing, and moods are altered. Even weeds look prettier in fog, especially when they are covered in frost like they were this morning.