On Monday morning my drive into work was eerie and claustrophobic. Heavy fog guided me all 63 miles to my office door. It wasn't until after 9am that the fog began to lift and the sun mustered its way through the thick clouds. I ventured outside to breathe in the heavy, wet air.
It was still quiet with most of my co-workers inside at their desks, typing away and sipping the sludgy office coffee. I walked across the parking lot to look out to a nearby cypress dome and across the old watermelon field. For a moment it was just me and the world, huddled and cozy in a soft gray blanket.