Earlier this morning, I was riding over to my daughter’s house to open presents. Of course, all the businesses were closed, and there were only one or two cars on the road the whole way. A heavy dense fog had settled on the mountains and down on the road, and I felt like the only person around. The earth shrouded in fog and mystery. It seemed fitting for a winter solstice/Christmas time of celebration. I rather liked it.
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