The fog rolled in, covering all that was beautiful. All I could see were the white clouds. Normally I wouldn’t be bothered with such a nuisance, but today I had to go to work. I had to drive through the blinding clouds. yes fog can be a beautiful thing rather appealing to some on a lazy day where I can lie in bed alone but not lonely. yes fog can be nice but not on days where one is busy. I’ve always loved the beauty of nature, but never fog. it’s always been that sharp thorn in my side. It covers all that is appealing with its gray murkiness. now I know fog does not make you totally blind, but still when it’s here I cannot appreciate the beauty in the morning. Oh, my alarm for the day I must go. Yes I must, but today will not be a pleasant day. This morning is not good all because of fog.
