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It gets foggy most Ohio mornings, at least those I remember. I love and still love the way the sun seems to take it's sweet time to rise, leaving a red stain in the fog. It reminds me of childhood. Riding in a car is so much more enjoyable than driving it, especially in the fog. You can stare out into it and see nothing, yet everything at the same time. The driver is too worried to notice the beauty of a cloud to heavy for the sky. All they see is a deterrent. But I saw what my imagination made for me. Those early adventures in the autumn were always grandiose; multiple scenarios would pop in my head. One was traveling in an armored car cut