There's a cap on my world

I always find it strange that I seem to have such strong emotions for the things I appreciate. I mean I know I like it, but I'm also acutely aware of my possible overuse of the word love. It just happens to be the best representation of my emotions about things that surround me. As I've been told before, I have a tendency to overcommit.

So what is it that I love now? The weather. Well, the fog to be more specific. Today was the first time that I've experienced an entire day of fog. Where I live, if fog is in the forecast, it's around when you wake up and a distant memory by lunch time. Since it isn't a common thing, that's probably why I find it fascinating.

To me fog is the sky closing in a little. A cap or ceiling to my outdoors. It reminds me of a wall you might find in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. There in front of you blocking your view but not matter how far you walk you can never reach out and touch it, let alone lean against it. The tops of buildings are cut off and thoroughfares are turned into dead ends. The world changes around you with the isolation of the landscape. As I write this it dawns on me that I am painting a nightmare for the claustrophobic, though that isn't how I mean it. It's just one of those things that the weather gives me to stare at for a while.

Insert crummy picture that doesn't do it justice.