I think steaming chicken soup.
I think rich hot chocolate at the ready.
I think closing my eyes and imagining England with its vacant castles, cobblestone streets and the sound of foghorns in the distance.
I think quiet, slow walks, hand in hand, inhaling romance.
I think cuddling up before an awesome movie; puffy pillows and homemade popcorn.
The blanket of fog that wraps the city this night is breathtaking.
It stops me in my tracks and reminds me how fuckin’ gorgeous Nature truly is.
It welcomes me into hibernation, soothes my worried mind and gently whispers to my forlorn heart, “slow down.”
“The fog unrolls itself to be a player rug to the mountains.”
– Jonathan-Lockwood Huie