On the way down to school this morning, I had another moment.
I hit the top of the grade...and looked down. Usually, I can see the road stretched out ahead of me...the hills on either side. Today, all I could see was the fog bank below me. The road continued for about 1/4 mile...and there it seemed as if it suddenly stopped. It was like there was almost a "floor" of clouds and fog... and looking off into the distance it just kept rolling, occasionally broken by the tops of the hills.
I've never seen it do that before. Usually it comes right up to the top of the pass, so as soon as you hit the top of the grade and start going down, you're immersed in fog. Today, the fog didn't start until after I was over the top.
It was cool...it was surreal, in a way. It made the past week or two seem somehow...worthwhile. It was a reminder of why I'm here.
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