I saw the Valley Covered in Fog

I dreamt this morning, that I was screaming and throwing turtle shells at innocent pedestrians. I didn't know why, but I was extraordinarily angry, so furious at their offending presence in fact, that I appeared to be yelling in German.

I was yelling so passionately that I woke myself with a start, to find myself thirty minutes behind schedule. Perhaps it was an after effect from all the foreign cussing, but I don't react like most who are have just found themselves waking half an hour later than intended; no, the lateness doesn't stop me from taking my sweet time getting out of bed; I do so as lazily as humanly possible (for someone who's behind schedule at least), and linger on every muscle movement as if my bones were a a couple of hundred years old.

I drag myself out of bed before I resume regular movement speed once I began my morning routine. I walk by the the kitchen window and do a double take as I bore witness to one of the most amazing sights I have seen in years. The entire valley was covered in a cloudy blanket of fog that stretched as far as the eye could see, I felt like I was alone at the top of a remote mountain, gazing at a city drowning in a sea of smoke. I only peeled my eyes away long enough to run and grab my camera and dash out onto the porch in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was like jumping into a freezing swimming pool in mid October. I shivered like I was having an epileptic seizure, but I did get some excellent pictures.