This morning I awoke early - earlier than I wanted to, and later than I needed to.
I showered, dressed, brushed my teeth - seemingly preparing myself for the day.
It was raining when I stepped outside, already running late.
By the time I turned onto the highway, the rain was pouring. Cars splashed through puddles and semi trucks were followed by a mist of rain being kicked up from under their tires.
And then the fog hit.
I could already hardly see through the rain, and now fog was taking over the rest of my vision.
Do you ever feel like that sometimes?
Everything appears clear to you, and then the fog sets in. And you try to do your best in the milliseconds between your wipers swishing to make sure you're still in the correct lane, and you pray to God that the guy behind you can see your lights and knows you exist.
But you keep driving, and hope that the clouds will part.
