Thoughts on Fog
The fog is a strange thing. Some days it can smother, blocking out the world and leaving me feeling so isolated, so alone. Under the right conditions, though, I find that the fog forms a comfy blanket, smoothing over all of the distractions to provide powerful moments of clarity. Over the years, I’m learning to look at it more and more from this positive angle. I like to think of it as a filter working to silence all of those silly little distractions that the city and work and people and the internet throw at us all to test our focus and resolve.
The fog is not malicious. It has no will to stop that which really matters. Thoughts, ideas, and connections that are truly important are too powerful to be lost to the filter. Those are the ones worth focusing on.
I rarely see the world so clearly these days as when I’m trapped on a hilltop amongst the thickest of fog banks.
On a side note: Fog is quickly working its way up my list of favorite weather conditions. This leaves me with a question: Should I consider myself lucky to have ended up in San Francisco, given my affinity for fog, or is this affinity for fog actually a coping mechanism that I’ve developed to survive in foggy San Francisco?
Hmm… Perhaps I’ll ponder this the next time I find myself wrapped in it.
