Fog with Honey


Today's Fog was enjoyed on a frost-covered bench outside one of two identical coffee shops on campus (which happens to be 5 minutes apart from one another -  an urban planner's nightmare). My past history with said coffee shop has been alarmingly positive, where many a good fog was enjoyed - especially compared to other Fog-spots on campus. However, after the first sip - the fog was dull. How terribly, horribly sad. 

Once again, I took my fog's fate into my own hands and added some sweetener available at the station nearby. I glanced briefly at the label - honey sweetener - how odd. I shrugged and pumped a few shots before I wandered outside. 

A splash of cold, brisk air hit me as I left the warm cafe. My fog warmed my hands. The fog was fairly standard, however, closer to the end the honey began to kick in. It felt like deja vu from three weeks ago when I was battling a cold and an outrageous lemon-honey tea addiction. Honey sweet is very different from sweet-syrup sweet, I thought to myself while making incredible conversation with my partner. To each everyone's own, but for me, honey and fog do not go together. 

There's a good reason for this; think about it. Bees probably get lost while flying in fog. The hum of the bee's wings is reduced to nothing while navigating through the mist until the bee is able to find its group. Suddenly, you'll have 300 bees flying in sync to best navigate. But, in doing so, the hum of the bee's flight overpowers the subtlety of the mist slowly falling to the ground. One will always overpower the other. 

But, I could also just dislike honey in the context of this particular fog. It's probably the former, though. 

6/10 Fog. 

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