Week Six: Landscapes. Writing.

Exploring the landscapes of my mind, the thoughts that roll in thick like fog and then dissipate as the sun warms, the ever-changing moods...sometimes the fog is like those days in San Francisco, the thickness that sticks. I realized how I am tired of wading through something so heavy, yet its heaviness cannot be seen. I'm tired of the fog, the stickiness of it, the way I breathe in and can feel it ling to the oxygen on the way down. I want only to be clear, clear in my love for God and myself and the world, clear like the unending ocean's horizon.