coming back from xiansburg last night, the fog was thick enough that you couldn't see more than 15 feet in front of you. very very cool. i love fog. i have had a thing for fog since my freshman year at college when i sat on the chapel at three in the morning and watched the lights on the drillfield through the fog...
"Everything you see is grey and lifeless, as though covered with a veil of ash. Sound is muted, and there is a faint acrid odor."
I can't explain why I think that couple of lines is so cool. It just is.
"Everything you see is grey and lifeless, as though covered with a veil of ash. Sound is muted, and there is a faint acrid odor."
I can't explain why I think that couple of lines is so cool. It just is.