Today there is fog inside me. So thick that even thoughts move slowly. I am not sad and not happy, I just breathe in a translucent haze.

I have thunderstorm days: everything irritates me, words fly like lightning, I do not have time to stop them. Then come sunny days: light, as if the world is deliberately playing in my favor. But I especially appreciate fog days. Because there is no need to rush.

Fog is a pause. It gives you the opportunity to hide, wrap yourself in an invisible blanket. There are no sharp emotions in it, only softness. I even fell in love with such days, because they teach you to listen to yourself.

When the fog dissipates, clarity and calm appear. And then I understand: the internal forecast also has the right to change. And this is not weakness, but naturalness.