A stretch of CA2 is straddled by mountain saddles. I was speeding through it on my way downtown. From the mountains up ahead, fog
came rolling down towards us. Within seconds the sun disappeared and
visibility was reduced to a few meters. Headlights were
turned on and we slowed down. Suddenly all you see are faint glow
of red taillights as white haze tried to hide us from each other.
It's that kind of moment when nature suddenly grips you by the throat
and leaves you breathless, awestricken by its raw power.
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