There is something to be said for foggy mornings. I find it interesting when people say they don't like driving in the fog or they just don't like fog at all. I love it. I think it's... I dunno; Magical? Mysterious? Solitude-ish? Whatever the words are to describe it, i enjoy foggy starts to a day.
I wonder if some people are afraid of what's behind the fog or what will unexpectedly appear in front of them? I admit, i think of the Stephen King story Langoliers, but only for a moment.
As i head towards the farmland and park reserve, the fog seems to intensify. This is a pretty hilly part of the drive. When it's foggy, it appears the road is dropping off into nowhere.
Looking to the side of me, it almost looks two dimensional. Layers of color with no depth. I daresay that right after nerding out about trains, fog is right up there. To me it's very calming, somewhat sad, but not depressing. Just quite.
