Tonight the fog was so thick that I could barely see ten feet in front of me. With the full moon out, and the dark mist covering the roads, driving through the rolling clouds felt like passing through some restless spirits, or ghosts, that were out for a stroll. Not that I believe in ghosts . . . but if there was ever a night to contemplate their existence, tonight would be a good one. Either that, or it would make a great backdrop to film a horror movie. The Montreal Witch Project, anyone?
Foggy night
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