Fog
It was a surreal experience when I took the woofie for a walk last night. There was a thick fog with mist-like tendrils curling out in all directions. The street lamps seemed to emphasize the hazy atmosphere and there was a distinctly paranormal vibe in the air. The ethereal beauty of it was compelling, emitting a certain timelessness. I imagined that if I stepped through the thickest part of the fog I would come out in a different time period on the other side, either that or some magical creature or being might emerge from it. The cold, dreamlike quality reminded me of stories where the veil between worlds is at its thinnest and all manner of things become possible.
On an unrelated note, I’m looking forward to the finale results show for Dancing With the Stars tonight. I loved Donny and Kym’s freestyle dance last night.





