As I drove home late tonight, I shivered against the cold. My headlights beamed through the darkness, lighting the trees and bushland along the sides of the road. I looked to the left and caught a glimpse of my car, dancing in the water. I passed through wave after enveloping wave of fog, suspended even as I sped through them. As I approached my house, the streetlights revealed great sheets of fog, just hanging there in the air above me. The giant trees cast their shadows across the ground, lit by a moon that seemed to take up half the sky.

It was quiet. It was peaceful. It was beautiful.

I want to give someone else these moments. I want to share them. I don’t want to do this alone.