One morning, I looked out the window to see a particularly thick layer of fog covering the
ground. My first thought was "To the cemetery!"
I've always found cemeteries to be peaceful; a quiet place to wander around, seldom running into anybody else. A good place to think about anything, and everything. All of life's silly little problems seem to slip to the back of the mind.
The fog hung like a thick blanket. It felt like I was in my own tiny world.