I hope the paucity of posts this past week can be forgiven. These past few days have been especially busy at work and I have been feeling a bit under the weather.
On Monday and Tuesday of this week, maybe Wednesday, also, I can't exactly remember, I had the eerie pleasure of driving through a bit of fog on my way to work. Fog also greeted me as I arrived and hung around for some time on those days. The view from The Northern Light's second-story office usually gives a pretty good view of Canada just across the water. On the foggy days, however, visibility stopped just beyond the road that runs parallel to the water line.
With these instances included, I only have to use both my hands to count the number of times I've been in fog. Understandably, this came as a surprise to all my co-workers. Most of them were even more surprised to learn that the very first time I had ever been in fog was four years ago at the beginning of my freshman year at Western.
You see, fog does not happen much, at all really, in my hometown. I vividly remember how surreal it was to walk through it that night I experienced it for the first time. I also remember being a little angry, seeing as how that particular instance of fog delayed me from flying home for a few days.
Experiencing it again this week made me think back on my first weeks at Western,which were also my first weeks in the Pacific Northwest, and all the drastically different weather conditions it had to offer. With my adult life in this part of the country just barely beginning, I can't help but think what other unique aspects of this place will send memories of my earliest days here rushing back.
I guess only time will tell.
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