I have regrets.

I was supposed to attend an ‘opening’ for an art exhibit last night, but I didn’t go. It was a group show with many artists including myself. I was looking forward to it. There would be wine and a great spread of food while we would walk around viewing the latest works on display. We would talk and converse and take pictures. Instead of going straight there I thought I could rush home change and arrive back in time for when it started at five. Travelling home I could see some fog in the distance, and it was misting a little. I headed north with Excelleration and excitement. My mind was racing. And then poof, I was engulfed in a dense, thick fog I could beardly see in front of me as I braked to slow down and evaluate the situation. I was enveloped in an intense white fog that limited my visibility around me. I could not see any fields on either side of the road. The fog seemed to start where the road stopped. It was like driving in another dimension. It went on and on for miles or ten more minutes. I finally started to see some trees on the side of the road, and I was expecting to see the pearly gates too. I pulled over to stop and pause and took some pictures by a familiar spot, so I knew where I was on the map. I have heard of the phrase fog as thick as peas soup now I know what that means. I got home and fussed around a bit. It was starting to get dark fast, the rain continued, and the fog was not going anywhere, and I decide neither was I.