Here's a strange story. I think I conjured this mist. I read a little bit of Stephen King's The Mist and then went straight to sleep. I awoke exactly four hours later with the sudden urge to look outside. The entire place was covered in this fine mist. Creepy, right? And I was exhausted the whole day.



This was the day after the spring equinox. This picture conveys my feeling of winter perfectly. I'm so ready for a spring day, yet I get dumped on and knocked over.

And then we get days like this. I don't know...