A layer of fog covered my Pennsylvanian county for the last few days, starting on my birthday and continuing through yesterday, which certainly does not encourage much outside time; it felt dreary, bleak, and a bit miserable at first, especially after spending a week away in the sunshine and coming home to snow on the ground.
Yesterday, I spent a significant portion of the day in the car, driving to my friend's university for a visit and then going out to a late birthday dinner. At times, the fog certainly affected our visibility while driving, traffic lights hidden in the steam, an inability to see ten feet in front of us. Almost home, we all thought it looked dystopian, like we were entering another dimension or something. With my nervous driving, my first reaction to this weather would be a worried one, wishing it was different.
But my friend said "I've been loving this fog, it looks so cool," and then I thought, maybe I just need to look at it through a different lens. We looked up at the sun peaking slightly through the grey sky, knowing it was one of those things that a photograph can never properly capture.
I thought of a day in Massachusetts last year, walking around late at night with a big group of friends, fog covering our campus. Like many of those freshman-year-late-night-walk memories, it hits me with a wave of nostalgia, comfort, and contentment with the life I've built.
I'll admit, I think there's a lot of things I should learn to look at through this different lens.
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