Moral of the Story is Overrated

Fog has such a feeling of safety intertwined with it. It almost mutes the outside world. Sun and warmth are a distraction. Heat has a way of lingering. Hot people prancing around. It's the overcast where the intellectuals can play. Here we can hide in sweaters. Drink our warm coffee and discuss Musicians. It makes sense to me that New York has the museums, the stock exchange, and the Jews. California boasts of warm weather and almost a Dionysian heaven. 

This weather makes me want to sulk. It's hard to be sad when the weather is beautiful. Makes you feel like you're the problem. That everyone else's happiness is easier to come by. That people are laughing behind your back. When it's cold everyone is somber with you.

When the fog slides in, the grass literally becomes greener. You see the true colors of everything. It doesn't have to compete with the brightness of the sun. Chicken noodle soup. Coziness is the antithesis of lavish. It doesn't care about the outside world, about how it's perceived. It is about your needs. Absence of ego. Love of oneself. Safety.