i spent a ridiculous amount of time this morning on my run. not because i would have done a long one, but because it was just that beautiful that i had to stop every five minutes to take pictures.
what can i say, i really like fog. it resonates well with the overall feeling that comes along with running in an early hour; the way it mutes everything down and seems to demand for silence. it is unimpressive and plain, almost dull; and yet is has this quality in it which could be categorized as dignified. fog also makes the air feel pleasant in your lungs and on your skin, almost soft; and you just slide through it and watch as objects emerge from it.
everything appears to be slightly different when the fog is thick enough, and the importance of details gains a bigger role in the scenery; in a way fog forces you to slow down your mind and focus on things you otherwise wouldn't necessary even notice. even when i run along the routes i have ran for years fog makes me look at things differently, and i see the familiar surroundings in a completely new way. it is quite peculiar a feeling.
i wonder, how to apply fog in one's daily life? it would be wonderful, at times, to mute the background down and just focus on the things that remain, whatever they may be.