There was fog tonight on Newport, and that made me happy.
I don’t know why fog makes me happy. It’s one of the few things in nature that has an effect on me, and I think it’s because being in the fog makes me feel like I’m flying through the clouds.
I remember liking it since I was in first grade. Our playground was really huge, and when it was foggy, you could get lost in it.
I think that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say.
Oh, wait… Oh, but no one wants to hear that.
Dammit! Now you’re making me miss you.