a beautiful fog.

i was walking back from the store and r. wrote, there's a beautiful fog hanging over downtown. i wrote back, there's a beautiful fog in my head. she wrote, is that good? 
if it's beautiful it must be good, i said. 
and when i said that i was playing but it came true, the beautiful fog she wrote came into my head. before that it was a dense fog, and it was a worry fog, a lost tooth fog, a stuffed gravity sinus fog. she said there was a beautiful fog hanging over downtown. i saw that in my head. i saw layers of atmosphere resting one upon the other.