There's something simply delicious about a dark foggy morning. I was up before the sun this morning. I had a final to take bright and early and in my usual need to avoid stress, I was getting there an hour early. This way I had plenty of time if I had any car trouble, if I'd forgotten something and needed to go home or just to review. Sounds a bit doomsday, but when you're entire grade relies on one exam, you don't want to mess it up.
This morning was very calming, however. The halos in the fog from the street lights felt comforting. Somehow this city, which can look sad and worn down, cloaked in fog looked fresh and welcoming. It wasn't cold outside. Instead the wetness hung in oddly comfortable 40 something air. I felt just fine.
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