Sunday, October 27, 2013


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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