Fog transforms the world into an alien landscape. It makes you feel like you’re dreaming. Tonight, the night sky looked like it was on fire.
337/365
It’s been chilly/gray/rainy since yesterday. This is my kind of weather, not swamp weather. I need to go north.
327/365
This scene is warm and inviting in a way that isn’t. Like it’s faking it. I know what that’s like, because I don’t feel things, so much as act the appropriate outward effects of those feelings as best as I can. I don’t really feel happy, but I don’t get angry either.
326/365