A Foggy Monday

What hides behind the fog?

It’s 7 am and I just woke up. I look through the window. The fog has taken over today. I cook a simple breakfast made of pasta, carrots and tofu. I eat alone — my boyfriend is still under the fog of dreams. I’m under the fog of wakefulness already. It’s an early start to the working week.

It’s 9 am and I’m at a coffee shop at the bottom of Klovsky Descent. I live at the top of it so I had to walk down to reach my favorite working spot. I can hardly see myself or hear my thoughts in this weather. The heaviness that comes with such mist is impossible to fight. I have to surrender.

I order a half-filled cup of filtered coffee. I occupy a chair in a corner of the room. I open my laptop. I’m lost for the next four hours in the stream of Medium articles.

It’s 1 pm. I’m done with my job. It’s time to really, genuinely surrender to the fog. I can blend in with it now.

What a luxury.

To dissolve.

What’s on the other side of being?

I am there. I blended in with the fog. Now I can see and feel everything around me.

What do I see?