Fog is best known for it's ability to hide. Whether it's driving hazards, a ship lost at sea, or an unseen enemy lurking just offscreen in a horror movie, and some just consider it dreary and inconvenient; it's just how we are programmed. Perhaps it goes beyond modern culture as well. Consider a time when humans were closer to the earth, and animals were still a major risk. How many centuries did we fear the forest predators taking advantage of the fog to hunt? Why, then, do I feel so much peace and contentment from foggy weather such as this? It's visually interesting, beautiful even, but part of me believes it's never as simple as that, or else everyone would consider it beautiful if it was all about the landscape itself. Fog obscures, but it shows what is close to me. The unknown can be frightening, but we can then reconnect to what is known. Strange faces are everywhere, but they cause me to reflect on those I love. The fog allows me to focus, and the same goes for everything that it could be compared to. That's what makes me content.