A Thick Fog Over the Mighty Mo

I hit the road about 3:30 this morning, for what turned out to be about a half marathon. It was glorious; super smooth and super fun. Perhaps the most interesting part of the run was crossing the Mighty Mo and running into a thick fog. It was eerie. The floor was perfectly clear on the southwest part of the city, the northwest was perfectly socked in. No lights visible. The area where the northwest part of town was, appeared as a black chasm in the universe, a succinct void. Needless, to say, I had to check it out. I ran instead the stuff and thoroughly enjoyed the ominuous, uncanny cruise through the ground-floor cloud. It proved to be one of those life-affirming runs, where nothing and everything matters and time is no more. Love it.