Las Vegas has been enveloped in a thick, opaque fog since yesterday evening. No mountains are visible from the valley and the day is, indubitably, a grey one. It feels as if we are in a middle of a drizzly rain cloud; not so much a storm cloud, but a cloud that is fluffly and sort of wet around the edges, much like a wet sponge that has been squeezed off of excess water but is very much damp nonetheless. The visual is an oxymoron to the climate as one would expect 30 or even 20 degree weather in such a damp, grey day in in the middle of winter. But instead it remains at a warm 50° and has remained so for the last two days. I visualize Iceland in my mind and lolling about in the Blue Lagoon, while all around me the steam rises up to meet the cold air given off by the snow that lays idly on the ground, cooling the warm, volcanic earth. Perhaps there are Moomintrolls wondering about at the foot of the snowy mountains.
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