Whilst driving, I was strikingly aware just how fragile life is. The fog had closed in on my little silver car akin to a shroud of caliginosity. The continual darkness was only marginally tamed by the tiny beams of light which were meekly, and mostly uselessly, pouring out of the motorway lights.
It reminded me of a book by Dean Koontz where all plant life comes alive, pulsating and changing and reshaping until unrecognisable. The plants and fog and mist take on a life of their own until they are all encompassing and envelope and destroy everything around them.
Perhaps Saddleworth Moor has more to answer for than we initially thought...
Or perhaps the fog only serves to remind us that we are vulnerable, that we should appreciate when life is just that little bit easier. The sweet isn't as sweet without the sour so they say, and they are right.
"He who fights monsters must take care lest he become a monster. When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes into you."
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