As I passed the downtown area on the freeway, the fog was very heavy. Every skyscraper had only the first 12 or so stories visible. The higher 40 stories had disappeared into the clouds of the fog that had set in over the area. The usual beautiful architecture and color of the buildings were shrouded and gray.
Occasionally events turn foggy. The usual color of life is grayed out, and the normal layers of my life can't be seen past a certain point. At these times I have to exercise extreme caution because my journey on life's highway requires people to rush on by without noticing how many stories there are or the careful craftsmanship and color that are missing.
But fog and occasional events are short-lived. Beauty and color return. Skies are blue. Nothing is hidden. The cold mist of the fog turns to the warm rays of the sun. Life resumes in its normal way. The fog is a good reminder of what life can be like when all is scaled down and one-dimensional. It's not fun, but it turns to warmer weather sooner than later.
I like reminders, though. Life is more basic for a short while.
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