Fog is lazy.

The neutral grey suspends me in an air of indecision.  Slowed down and looking for excuses, my attempts at regimenting blow easily away in an unsure wind.  Without the energy to follow through, I drift confusedly along like a lotus flower floating in a stream, at the mercy of the current.  The trick will be to learn how to navigate while blindfolded, how to breathe my intention, and let my exhalation rid me of my doubts, and propel me forward through time.