Fog

I love driving around late at night through the fog. Shielded by the misty sky, I am the only person awake; the only car on the road, safe from all the worries of the day. I move in slow motion through the quaint little town, driving past murky buildings and faint lights. There is peace in the quiet night and comfort in my cozy warm car. The fog acts as a pillow, where San Luis Obispo will rest for the night, hidden among the feathery clouds and closed off to the outside world.