The Rolling Fog
I had to go to a meeting this evening, by the time it had finnished, it was already late in the evening. A thick fog had rolled in. I decided to go driving around in the fog. I know most people would think that I am a bit crazy, seeing that a thick fog can be dangerous to drive in, but I really like foggy weather. Everything seams unique. It gives a fresh apearence to everything, like it's a new world that you have never seen before, until it's right in front of you. All the troubles, the monotiny of the world, the worries of day to day life, it is all out of sight, masked by an all enveloping cloud. All that exists is you and what ever is in front of you. You get to live in the moment. Thats what I love about it.
While I was driving around, I was reminded about something that happened, well several years ago now. I was on a road trip with some friend. We were going to Cincinati Ohio. There is a theam park there and one day we decided that we'd take a weekend and go. Because we were only going for the weekend we decided to drive through the night so that we would arive in the morning to go to the park. There were 14 of us going, so we had to take 3 cars. Well we were making great time, and we had just crossed the state line into Ohio and it was only 2 in the morning. It was decided that since we were so early, we would stop at a truck stop and get some sleep for a couple of hours. Of course I couldn't sleep, and neither could a couple of the guys, "A", "J", "Danny" and "Andre". I had never really spent much time with them before, I mainly knew some of the other people. However while everyone else slept, the 5 of us sat a picnic table not to far away and started talking.
That was a great time, the 5 of us really got to know each other well, and we became best friends because of that. While we were talking a fog rolled in. It was the thickest fog I had ever seen. If I stretched my hand out in front of me I would not be able to see my fingers, we just sat there in silence watching it as it came in. It was like fingers inching towards us, enveloping is in it's grip. Everything glowed an eerie yellowish orange, that was because of the light posts, but still it was an eerily beautiful sight. We tried to walk back to the car but it was so dense that we got lost, we actualy almost walk on to the highway. But within a half hour or so it had thined out. Everyone in the car had slept through it.
I miss the guys. They have all moved on, got maried, a couple of them have kids, and now I rarely see them anymore. I guess that is also why I like the fog. I get lost in it, it takes me back to simpler times, times when I didn't have all these pressures, where I could just pick up and head off with my friends, where we were all together, even for just a few moments, moments that at least in my head will never end, as long as the fog comes in.
While I was driving around, I was reminded about something that happened, well several years ago now. I was on a road trip with some friend. We were going to Cincinati Ohio. There is a theam park there and one day we decided that we'd take a weekend and go. Because we were only going for the weekend we decided to drive through the night so that we would arive in the morning to go to the park. There were 14 of us going, so we had to take 3 cars. Well we were making great time, and we had just crossed the state line into Ohio and it was only 2 in the morning. It was decided that since we were so early, we would stop at a truck stop and get some sleep for a couple of hours. Of course I couldn't sleep, and neither could a couple of the guys, "A", "J", "Danny" and "Andre". I had never really spent much time with them before, I mainly knew some of the other people. However while everyone else slept, the 5 of us sat a picnic table not to far away and started talking.
That was a great time, the 5 of us really got to know each other well, and we became best friends because of that. While we were talking a fog rolled in. It was the thickest fog I had ever seen. If I stretched my hand out in front of me I would not be able to see my fingers, we just sat there in silence watching it as it came in. It was like fingers inching towards us, enveloping is in it's grip. Everything glowed an eerie yellowish orange, that was because of the light posts, but still it was an eerily beautiful sight. We tried to walk back to the car but it was so dense that we got lost, we actualy almost walk on to the highway. But within a half hour or so it had thined out. Everyone in the car had slept through it.
I miss the guys. They have all moved on, got maried, a couple of them have kids, and now I rarely see them anymore. I guess that is also why I like the fog. I get lost in it, it takes me back to simpler times, times when I didn't have all these pressures, where I could just pick up and head off with my friends, where we were all together, even for just a few moments, moments that at least in my head will never end, as long as the fog comes in.
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