On the drive to work: I left three hours earlier this
morning to finish a document before its ten o'clock
review. When I got down to the valley
it was thick with fog. The visibility was 100 feet or less.
Luckily there was someone ahead of me - I could see the two
little red points of his taillights - and not too much
traffic in the opposite direction. Cars coming towards
me created this huge haloes. It was hypnotic, dreamlike,
because at times all I could see was whiteness, the lines
in the road, and nothing more. There are no streetlights
out in the sticks.