124/365 12/23/2025

There’s a strange thing that happens here, where a fog comes in, but the air outside is the exact temperature of your skin. I don’t know how it happens, but you can walk in it at night, the street lights all haloed and the blinking red of late-night traffic lights illuminating the air around you. Except for the weight on your feet, it’s easy to feel like you’re floating through the mist. The damp on your skin not uncomfortable and your thoughts free to come and go as they please.