on why i have a passionate dislike for fog.

mostly because it was almost the death of me tonight. of course. on the one night that i drive out to the middle of nowhere (a wonderful nowhere), i am lurked upon by a massive embodiment of fog. i was meeting some very lovely ladies for a very lovely dinner party hosted by a lovely friend from my lovely MOPS group. and mr. foggy mcfoggerson had to almost go and ruin our lovely kind of fun.

i was feeling quite confident of my mad driving skills as i weaved from one highway lane to the next. as soon as i took that one turnoff, it was all over. my confidence almost turned into a big muck of tears on the steering wheel as a one-head-light driver almost took me down. i gently eased to the side of the foggy lane to let him pass, praying i wasn't sending myself down a cliff on the other side. he zipped by and quickly disappeared.

i gunned it back into gear and started, once again, on my way. by this point, i was wishing it was daytime so that i could enjoy the seemingly beautiful views of trees and mountains. at least, this is what i anticipated surrounding me. as oncoming traffic loomed its way towards me, it brought the fog to a new level of creepy. it hovered in the sky, crashing down with a swoop in a pool of blindness as cars whizzed by. for a split second, i couldn't see the yellow lane markings. i couldn't see the direction of the curve of the road. i could see black and the haunting gray of the looming fog. that's when my foot switched pressure to the break. this happened a handful of times. gas. break. break. gas. gas. break. this is precisely why i was late to my destination. and why fog and i don't particularly get along. it's deceitful. daunting. and a bit scary.

it was no different on the way home. actually, a little worse. i was more tired. susceptible to tears a little quicker. but none came cause we know that doesn't help with blurry vision by any means. i was tail-gated by, yet another, one-head-light driver. i let him pass in his hurried attempts and then tried my best to follow his little red tail lights as they became more and more faded in the distance. by now, i was talking to myself. out loud. come on, keep up. don't disappear. the fog became heavy as it lowered itself to the ground, covering any tracks of previous traffic. i was doomed.

but i survived. and i thrived. i could say that i'm a more confident driver now, but we all know Who's hands were really on that wheel. and i thank Him for His leading and keen sense of direction. *wink.