Fog.

I never realized how mysterious fog could be. Until now. Solemn, quiet,
still, blinding. Tree, cars, houses all seem so gloomy in the midst. And
the sun, his piercing rays of daylight can't seem to penitrate through.
This fog, that we are experiencing today, is smoldering everything
within its reach.
For me, its similar to love. That true, I want to marry you, grow old
and die with you, kind of true love. Its reach. Its blindness. Its
stillness but yet ever changing ways.