Lauren Silva
Location: the United States, on a highway headed east
I remember one morning driving in fog so thick I could not make
out the car directly in front of me.
It was hard to tell my car was even moving forward—eventually
I began to dance to what was playing inside on the radio.
When the fog eventually burned off, I realized I had traveled quite
some distance.
I remembered this funny line that went “I tried to catch the fog.
I mist,” and it made me laugh.
Another car passed with its radio blaring and I wished that I knew
which station they had on.
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