I'm standing at the window of a 12th story high rise, looking out at the haze of a city shrouded in fog. I feel much farther up than twelve stories. On a clear day I can see the ferris wheel at Navy Pier, on an overcast day I can see the tip of the conservatory peeking through the trees.
This morning I can barely make out the other high rise adjacent to mine. As the hours pass, the screen only thickens. The room, made mostly of windows, is calm and soft.
Today I feel, calm and soft.