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Mysterious Realms
Mar. 11th, 2011 12:10 pmI love foggy days. I know that I am a solar-powered organism, and that I am happiest and healthiest when I can be sprawled outside in the bright sun on the green grass, breathing deep and letting the light and energy soak into every fiber of my being, but at the same time, fog and mist are just... beautiful, and mysterious, and awesome.
Right now it's raining and bleak, and I'm glad to be inside, but driving to work this morning it took all of my self-control to stay in my car on the highway. The air was cool and damp but not soggy, and everything was silvery and pearl-like and soft around the edges. The fog was heavy enough that I couldn't read any of the highway signs, and I had to count on my GPS to tell me which exits were mine. And driving up Route 3, part of me wanted more than anything to just pull over, wander out of my car, and start walking through the woods there, following the strands of mist as they wove through the trees, until I came out the other side in a permanently-twilight clearing full of etherial fae and silent ghost-people dressed in muted shades of silk and brocade, eating candied flowers and drinking starlight and dancing to music that I can almost but not quite hear.
Instead I am here at work, listening to cars shushhh by on the road outside and watching the office kitten chase raindrops that leak down the office window, and being simultaneously glad and sad that the fog has turned into more sane, simple, unromantic weather....
Right now it's raining and bleak, and I'm glad to be inside, but driving to work this morning it took all of my self-control to stay in my car on the highway. The air was cool and damp but not soggy, and everything was silvery and pearl-like and soft around the edges. The fog was heavy enough that I couldn't read any of the highway signs, and I had to count on my GPS to tell me which exits were mine. And driving up Route 3, part of me wanted more than anything to just pull over, wander out of my car, and start walking through the woods there, following the strands of mist as they wove through the trees, until I came out the other side in a permanently-twilight clearing full of etherial fae and silent ghost-people dressed in muted shades of silk and brocade, eating candied flowers and drinking starlight and dancing to music that I can almost but not quite hear.
Instead I am here at work, listening to cars shushhh by on the road outside and watching the office kitten chase raindrops that leak down the office window, and being simultaneously glad and sad that the fog has turned into more sane, simple, unromantic weather....
