beautiful fog
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Kokubunji, 2025.03.12
On my way to the office this morning, there was a light fog hanging over everything. I really regretted not having my camera. As I rounded a corner from the broad new road (that is splitting our neighborhood in half) onto another, I came across a fellow smoking in front of the parking lot of a 7-11. The smoke was circling before him, everything backlit by a sun just barely up. Awesome.
I got home fourteen hours later in darkness.