Well, I seem to have been sick for most of May. Every time I've walked to work, the cold has settled into my lungs and I have gone backwards a little. So I've been driving to work and looking at the fog each morning thinking about how romantic the cemetery must look.
On Friday I walked and it was totally worth it.
I love this time of year. The light is so beautiful when the sun is out and foggy mornings always make me unreasonably happy. They remind me of being a little kid and walking down to catch the bus to school, stamping on the iced-over puddles and making dragon breath in the air.
Often the bubble taps would be iced over and wouldn't melt until morning recess. I love the cold.
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