This morning I drove to work through a thick layer of fog. What struck me as odd is that the fog stretched for the entire drive. Usually, on mornings that present this weather phenomenon, the fog is patchy and there are gaps where you have perfect visibility. That wasn't the case today.
From the parking lot of my apartment building to the parking lot of the bank, the fog was incredibly thick. It was so thick that I nearly missed my turn at a major intersection. It's a place that I go nearly every day. It's a road that I turn onto all the time. Yet, today, because I wasn't seeing my normal landmarks, I nearly missed it.
I slammed on my brakes and swerved to the right so I could make the turn just in time. And of course I used my turn signal. I used my turn signal very briefly, but I used it. I hate it when people don't give a signal. Thankfully there were no cars in my way, or they would have been pushed off the road. See, when the green Escort is coming, you get out of the way. Jade may have the body of an Escort, but she's got the soul of a Hummer.
I was the last employee to arrive at the branch today. I like to imagine that I freaked everyone else out as I walked toward the building. As if I was emerging from the dense fog itself, carrying with me an other-worldly presence.