Today I walked to work while a heavy fog sat on the city. It was quiet, peaceful, and serene. I have been taking more photos of my commutes over the past few weeks. In a few weeks, I'll head to work when the sun rises and these dark days will be gone until next winter. I like dark mornings. I guess it's the isolation. I have come to realize that I am a creature of solitude. I like the peace that comes from being alone.
That isn't to say that I enjoy being socially isolated all the time. I often find myself pining for companionship regularly these days. But, there are those moments when I recognize how important my independence is. There were times when that wasn't something that I had.
During my morning walks to work, I find myself turning over countless topics in my head. Most often, they consist of stresses and problems. Sometimes, they are spent going over things I should be thankful for. This morning, it consisted of recounting problems. But it felt good. It feels good to release that pain. The body can't hold it in constantly. I often think of old fashion barbers. They would do bloodletting before modern medicine taught us otherwise. These mornings are my own version of bloodletting.
I've been writing a lot over the past few weeks. It's been freeing. Just like the morning walks, it's a way to let out that strife that torments me. Depression and anxiety are hard to deal with. I manage it okay, but there are some dark times I have gone through recently. It feels nice to let that out on occasion.
The morning fog was beautiful. It's dangerous and limits your visibility. The cold cuts through your clothing anytime a decent wind picks up. You feel something, though. You feel something amid the silence. You can't turn off the cold. You might as well endure it and enjoy the scenery.