Yesterday it was fog. A very dense white enveloping everything. As I walked through it, there seemed to be a circle where there wasn’t any fog. The whiteness has dissipated. And yet the fog was still hanging in the air as thick as ever beyond the circle. What is it about fog that can create this unsubstantial illusion?

Today was the wind and the rain. I had heard them both before crawling out of my cozy bed. The rain had stopped momentarily leaving the wind. It would be a gust the whittled away to nothing. With a dampness in the air there something that can only be described as crispness. The way that the wind touches your face leaves a lingering feeling. And the cascading of the wind in the leaves isn’t a harsh sound like rustling. The wind caused the gray on gray clouds to race across the sky. Then it started raining again.