I left the house this morning feeling a little nervous and worried. Was the drive to school going to be another nail-biter? The morning news was full of warnings about low visibility due to dense fog in the area. There had been a chain reaction accident on the interstate that caused two fatalities. There was a list of school delays, though most were in the outlying areas around the city.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I was enveloped in a thick cloud of fog. But I could see reasonably well. It was a little harder to see and avoid the potholes, even though recent experience has taught me where to avoid some of them. When I merged onto the interstate, I was extra cautious. Traffic was flowing well, just a little slower than usual.
I noticed something odd, though. There appeared to be several low-flying planes. It appeared they were coming in for a landing, but I was no where near the airport. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch on to what I was seeing. The tall poles of the lights along the interstate had disappeared into the fog, leaving the lights suspended high above. These light poles have six lights arranged in a circle. Depending on the curve and rise of the road, they did appear convincing as low-flying planes or hovering alien spaceships.
Traffic slowed and became more congested near the downtown area. An ambulance coming from behind created some confusion. On the side street as I turned toward school, I caught the biggest pothole…again. Overall, it wasn’t as bad as the news/weather reports made me fear. I arrived at school only slightly more frazzled than usual.