There was a ton of fog, all morning in Chicago. It was super thick, and made things a little eerie (but in a cool way), at the train stop this morning.
It wasn’t as bad as the fog I encountered driving to Indianapolis that one time, but it was still seemed to swallow up anything more than a half mile away.
Not sure why fog makes things so interesting. I guess a large part of it is that it prevents you from looking too far away, and forces you to focus on things that are closer and more immediate.