Fog in the Rain

 Every Fog has a story. Maybe it's the beginning of one, maybe it's the end - but a story is always in the making after that first sip, and the warmth rolls down your body like a warm waterslide of love. 

This fog had the best foundation, as I was out and about looking at ships in the rain purely because I wanted to. No one knew I was there. It was just me, and the rain, and the ships, and soon, the fog. 

Classic Starbucks Fog. Loved waiting in anticipation for it, listening to music no less. I carried it with me on my journey from the ships to my next destination. It followed me and kept my hands warm, calmed me down and reminded me to smile a little more. Things were all working out, they all slid into place, and I knew quietly that the moments ahead of me would be important. 

Fogs make you slow down a bit. I appreciated this Fog's ability to do so - though the Fog itself did it completely unintentionally. 7/10 Fog. 



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