Seeing clear, again

Some nights, coming home from work in Brussels, I marveled at how foggy it could get there. That light orange coat that the city wore well added a layer of mystery to a place that is quirky, odd, and proudly so.

Where I am now, it's socked in with fog. Seeing it, straining to see through it, brought me back to those nights gazing out of the back of a taxi, or sticking my head out of my bedroom window, just taking it all in.