Everyone is changing.
Friends who I thought would never be married so soon are now wed.
Friends who I thought would be together forever with their significant others are now apart.
We're all getting older. The years keep passing us by. But there always seems to be one thing that never changes in my life, year after year: the affect that a good, thick tule fog in the middle of the night has on me.
Everything is different in the fog. Sounds seem to come from everywhere, with no way to pinpoint their origins, as you can't see further than a tenth of a mile at most. Light is transformed into thick, misty beams, streaking through tree branches and between telephone wires. The air smells dense and fresh, cleared of any possible dustiness that may have been there hours before.
I love nights like this. I always feel calm and collected. I feel like I can finally get my thoughts straight when I'm in the fog, which completely contradicts the old saying. But this thick mistiness in the air makes me happy. To me, anything seems possible in the fog. Almost as if not being able to see what's right in front of you helps you to see everything in a completely new way. I don't think I could ever completely explain why I love it so much, but just know, that whenever the fog rolls in as it's done tonight, I'm more than likely collecting my thoughts and making progress in whatever it is I may be trying to accomplish at that time.
Friends who I thought would never be married so soon are now wed.
Friends who I thought would be together forever with their significant others are now apart.
We're all getting older. The years keep passing us by. But there always seems to be one thing that never changes in my life, year after year: the affect that a good, thick tule fog in the middle of the night has on me.
Everything is different in the fog. Sounds seem to come from everywhere, with no way to pinpoint their origins, as you can't see further than a tenth of a mile at most. Light is transformed into thick, misty beams, streaking through tree branches and between telephone wires. The air smells dense and fresh, cleared of any possible dustiness that may have been there hours before.
I love nights like this. I always feel calm and collected. I feel like I can finally get my thoughts straight when I'm in the fog, which completely contradicts the old saying. But this thick mistiness in the air makes me happy. To me, anything seems possible in the fog. Almost as if not being able to see what's right in front of you helps you to see everything in a completely new way. I don't think I could ever completely explain why I love it so much, but just know, that whenever the fog rolls in as it's done tonight, I'm more than likely collecting my thoughts and making progress in whatever it is I may be trying to accomplish at that time.
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