Fogged.

[icebluenothing]

As I write this, it's been foggy for three straight days here in Seattle, and I find myself childishly delighted with it. I can't remember the last time this happened -- I'm used to fog being entirely ephemeral, here in the morning or at night, burned away by the heat of the day.

Everything is still and quiet and white and beautiful, the effect of snow without the bitter cold and treacherous footing. It's shrouded and mysterious. Gothic weather.

People say they're "in a fog" when they're confused, distracted. Fog is an obstacle. If I were navigating a ship, cut off from stars and landmarks, I might see the truth of that metaphor. But being out driving, I find that there are no gaudy business signs, no billboards, clamoring for my attention. My world is reduced to what I need to pay attention to, what's right in front of me. I only have to think about how to handle the task at hand in this single moment.

It's a nice state to be in.

Comments

[speedie316.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I heart fog!

[endorphan.livejournal.com]

*smile*
"If I were navigating a ship, cut off from stars and landmarks,"
I've been in that situation, more times than I can count.
For me, fog tends to bring to mind nervousness, difficulty and at least one horribly embarrassing event in which I actually brought our boat into the wrong bay so that we had to pull anchor and run for an hour or so to get to the right place.
I find fog beautiful, but I'm never actually comfortable in it.

[saffyre-dragon.livejournal.com]

I have also enjoyed the foggy weather. It seems like the world fades out into nothingness just a short distance away. All that exists is what is directly around me.

Quite comforting in a way.

[kickaha.livejournal.com]

The only thing better is when you have that heavy fog in the high alpine country of the Cascades, and the sound becomes... non-existent. You can hear your breathing, and your heart beat, and not much else. Birds flitting by come out of seeming nowhere, their wings beating *so* loudly that they sound like they're on the attack path, and then disappearing just as suddenly.

Cliffs, up *or* down, appear in the space of a step, and directioning becomes interesting. No sun, no stars, no visibility past about 10'. Following streambeds and ridge lines becomes essential.

I love it. :)

[ursako.livejournal.com]

There's nothing so delightful as standing alone in the fog wrapped in your own breath, listening to the dry rustle of leaves falling, one by one, to the ground. The way the sensory deprivation attunes you to the tiniest of sounds so that you are in and of and yet not in or of yourself...
Hee.

[ssandv.livejournal.com]

I always liked driving on the Aurora bridge when it was foggy enough that you couldn't see to the other end.

The year I spent in Florida nearly ruined fog for me though. I distinctly remember a November morning when it was over 70 degrees by 6 AM, and foggy. Fog should not feel warm. That's just *wrong*.

[inevitability.livejournal.com]

:( I hope you're ok. I'm sure you have plenty of friends to talk to, but I'm also one of them. Let me know if I can help.