As the minutes pass, the fog thickens amongst the mountains and my home. I wonder how the ride to work will be.
You’d think as the day begins, the fog would lessen. But between each moment I look out my window, it seems to only grow.
A mysterious day indeed…
It’s Friday and I look forward to a weekend not filled with studying and cramming.
Instead I hope for the sun
and a day at the beach.
With this chill and fog, that idea seems a bit distant.
Do you have plans for this weekend?
I intend to finish my work today smoothly and effortlessly. I wish the same for you as well.
I think about the changes of life that await me, wondering how it will all go down.
Until then, I am here; under the fog and all; riding my bike to Destiny.