What I love about days like this morning, is that the fog makes physicalizes space in the way that time really works.
We never know what's going to happen in the next minute or seconds, but because we can see clearly around us, the world *looks* more settled and predictable than it actually is.
When fog descends over everything, every next step is an adventure. Which isn't a super manageable nor efficient way to live, but it feels like it maybe it forces us to acknowledge a little bit more the way things really are. Murky, hazy, indistinct.