I was in a fog

6:30am. Outside, it was as dark as the night. With a dense fog enveloping the suburb.

I warmed up the engine and waited for the fogged up windows to clear.

I drove off. There was a constant urge to wipe the blurred windscreen clean. Of course it had nothing to do with the windscreen. The visibility outside was very low.

Everywhere was hazy despite the street lights and car lights. How harzardous it was to drive in such conditions.

And a rather heavy traffic already at this hour did not make things any easier.

In spite of the biting chill, there were some who chose to cycle to work in a foggy weather like this. They certainly added challenge to my driving.

I wondered briefly if they cycled to keep fit or to save on transport cost. Surely, taking a bus is not that expensive and much more comfortable.

As I pulled into the carpark at the workplace, I was finally able to sit back and relax and heaved a sigh of relief.

Phew! A hurdle crossed.