Running in the fog is strange.
I’m doing it here with Wicked.
In the fog all places have lost their beginning and their end. The sight fades in and out.
Sounds are different too. I can hear my human whistling. But where is he exactly?
Most smells are gone. The grass is very wet. And I seem to breathe a different air.
Running here I almost forget where I am or what direction I came from,
all directions look pretty much the same…
Strange, huh?

Have a clear and sunny Sunday everybody!
-Anna