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My legs ache from dancing last night. I drove home in the dark, watching ribbons of fog float through the city. I would drive through the mist and emerge on the other side in perfectly clear air. Approaching the 183/Mopac flyovers, it looked like the world ended. The mist was so thick it swallowed up all the light, everything beyond the edge of the road. I could only see a few feet in front of me, couldn't even see the highway signs overhead. It was terrifying and a bit magic at the same time.