Something about fog has always felt magical to me. I think it has something to do with a book I read in elementary school but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Our area of Illinois gets fog more regularly than other areas where I have lived and I really do prefer it over a regular cloudy day. Running through the cemetery in the fog makes it seem even more melancholy, which fits rather well with the environment. I don’t think I would like daily fog or even weekly fog because I much prefer to see the sun regularly. Today, however, I rather enjoyed my three miles running in the magical fog.