divine angst

While it was, indeed, quite beautiful out earlier, it definitely isn’t anymore. Some sort of fog has rolled in, with an almost chill wind. It’s cool and humid, an odd combination, but not an unwelcome one. I might be the only person in the world who feels this way, but I think the water is never more beautiful than when you can’t tell where it ends and the sky begins. And that’s exactly what I’m seeing out the windows right now. It’s so mysterious and also very calming.