Fog is your friend on walks, Not for driving.
Around 3am in the dead of cold fogy night, I set out for a short walk. I had things running my mind and talking to anyone won't help. So I took a short walk around the block in the fogy cold night.
I loved it! Every moment that I had felt that night was something I missed for so long. Back in my High school days me and my friends would walk around the whole city just to kill time. We'd wake up late in the afternoon, kick it at Gaby's place and when 1 or 2am it the clock, we were off to Denny's. Once we get there we'll order the same thing over and over again. After eating and having our late night talks, we walk back and go to sleep. After that, a week latter it was the same thing over again. It kept was busy yet out of trouble. We were teens with alot of stress and issues that none of us couldn't handle alone.
Our talks was our outlet. Our time to express how we feel about our lives and show each one of us our dreams and fears.
I had that same night just now but alone. But that's okay. How I see it is that every time I blow out my breath out and see my breath in the cold slowly drifting away in the night, I see it as one of my worries leaving me. I felt good about it for once. The night was cold and settle. Next time when it's cold out and a bit of fog out, I'm taking another walk. It would be nice for anyone to join me. At this time like this I can really open my mind up and talk about it with no hold backs and no worries. I think me working grave yard shift did this to me. Up all night, sleep all day. Who knows.
My words for the night.
"Cold as it is in the night, alone and still, I am happy.
For being happy I see the truth of my issued thoughts.
For that I can rest peacefully when the sun shine's my whole day away."