going home through the dense fog last night really was a remarkable experience. it was like walking in a cloud, like it sometimes happens on the mountains in winter. suddenly all the familiar views were hidden and there seemed to be no sound at all except for the crackling and crunching noises caused by my own steps. there were few other people hurrying home but they were hardly much more than fuzzy schemes. the only intense sensation in this moment was the prickling feeling on my face, caused from the icy humid air.
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