Suddenly we saw a thick fog whose borders were glowing against the sky, blue as the ocean. My mind wandered as I drove towards the mist that had a different quality than any other I had ever been in, because of the before and the after.
The yellow morning light was reflected towards us by hills covered in sun-powered life. We drove to the fog and our imaginations wandered as we stared at the hovering wall, expecting its dark grey color to be solid stone, instead of breathable, suspended moisture.
The seemingly impregnable wall rushed away from our inertia without delay but followed us at wheel-level until we broke the bottom floor of its foundation and the fog became a cloud.
The floor we broke is now a ceiling that cannot keep the rain off of our moving metal blankets.
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