A Foggy Weekend

I woke up and it was milky dark outside. Nothing unusual for it to still be dark on a January morning but the darkness was not black but milky. It was already nearly 9 a.m. and outside the darkness had left to make way for the day. But the sun wasn’t able to reach my window. No wonder since the fog was so thick and persistent, that you nearly felt like you were being wrapped into cotton. In the beginning I still found it entertaining but after a while my level of discomfort increased. It felt like you were losing your sense of time and space.

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