Dear beautiful fog,
You are dangerous when I am driving in my Mazda. You are too powerful for it's little tiny headlights. I cannot cut through you and see if there is a deer in the way! I do enjoy photographing you though... Walking through you is also a treat. I did that today. I closed my eyes and walked straight into your white nothingness. My entire body tingled, even though I felt nothing. Thanks for hanging there... so still... as I cut through your condensation, and thanks for allowing my body to lay under you and look up to the white blotted out sky. You made my day.
Love,
Chelsea
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