i secretly love it when it's kinda creepy outside.
we live minutes from lake michigan, here in chicago.
there have been quite a few mornings, as of late, where the city block next to you is hidden behind a veil of thick fog. in the early hours, when the streets are dead, you get that ghost-town-feeling.
it'e eerie, like you are just waiting for something to happen.
this morning was a creepy one.
it makes me want to have a long crafternoon with myself.
and some froyo couldn't hurt.
i can't be the only one.