It Doesn't Get Better, but it Will Get Different
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: No, I wouldn't be bored
It's another foggy Monday in Olywa diddy wa do 98502.
They say that the weather here is very much like it is in England. I would probably love it very much there.
I love the fog. I love the way it shrouds me when I walk amidst its vapors. It feels mytical, playful, and protective; and I am somehow rejuvenated by the gentleness of its timelessness. There are those days when I am compelled to stand in the middle of it and bathe myself in what I imagine to be the ancient-ness within its caress. Somehow I feel as if it has empowered me and blessed me. Sort of a baptism, if you will. Of or into what, I don't know. but a baptism, none the less.