Yesterday morning the fog in the air matched the fog in my brain. It flitted between my ears like so much cotton batting. I walked to the light rail line hoping both fogs would clear, the internal and the external.
I was optimistic, because it was already brightening, and though my breath came out in clouds, the humidity added warmth.
By 2 p.m., the sky was blue, and we'd found a place to grab some lunch. The mind was thinking clearer. And the Seattle fog ... was gone.
