the fog is rolling. it's doing that thing where it blows by, and you can see it moving, like smoke. i went outside to see if it really was smoke, but it was just fog. it smelled so good. i love the smell of cold. i stood for a while, but then a car drove by and i felt ridiculous for standing outside in just my red marquette sweatshirt, watching the fog and shivering. i felt exposed. if my swing was still out, i'd put on a jacket and sit on it. it's so peaceful. just white fog, rolling over the melting snow, mixing with the pine trees, hiding the houses. winter is my favorite time. so etheral.