As I drove home tonight through a very dense fog, watching the world pass dreamily by as I got closer and closer to home, I was vaguely reminded of my second ever blog post. Revisiting it I am amazed how some of the same thoughts about the fog passed through my mind now, over 4 years later. It's nice to know that some things don't have to change...
"National City is covered in a thick fog. Driving home from my very
first bachelorette party, I couldn't help but find my city appealing.
Normally a den of sex offenders and drug dealers, the streets looked
relatively peaceful and inviting. This isn't surprising considering the
fact that fog makes everything dreamy. One of the best things were the
distinctive beams of light coming from the front of my car. The first
image that came to mind as I drove home was that there were two large
white lightsabers attached to the front of my car. As I turned a corner
and my lights passed over a couple making out (normally skanky, tonight,
thanks to the fog, romantic) I imagined they were chopped in half by my
sabers. Right through the waist.
Then
the fog took my imagination down a different path. Suddenly, the idea
of going for a jog was very appealing. Now, I'm not dim enough to think a
jog through National City at 12:30 am is a good idea. But maybe, I
thought, getting up just before sunrise, driving somewhere joggable like
a beach or park, it might still be foggy and I could go for a run then.
I found myself imagining that as a daily occurence, practically
planning on it. I don't like running. I don't like getting up early.
And I especially don't like doing those things when there is potential
that I will have to do them at an hour when it is still dark and cold.
But even now, as I type this and the reality sinks in, it still sounds
appealing. I've come to realize that fog is a magical thing. Don't
underestimate it's ability to alter your state of mind. Possibly even
your whole world. And have fun chopping things in half with your
lightsabers."
