People may think I'm crazy, but I like fog better than a sunny day. It hides ugly things and makes pretty things glow with beauty, gives everything an aura of mystery. Wide-open fields become as peaceful and shadowy as a forest. It's like stepping into a fairytale.
It also makes me miss Oregon. I'm sad when the sun emerges again, not the other way round, because the reverie is over. When I lived in Oregon, it was a little different -- in the Pacific Northwest, I can genuinely appreciate sunny days. But I'll always love fog, too, and rain, and storms.
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