Mists of Burnsville

Jim came in from moving the truck out of the driveway so I could drive to seminary, and he said, "It's foggy out."

I thought, yeah yeah. Fog. Whatever.

So I got in my van and started down the road to the church. I drove along and drove along (no that's not a typo, it's my love of fairy tales peeking through. As in whenever we told stories to each other, there was always and phrase, "she went along and went along" meaning she walked for a time) I did note that the fog was more foggy than usual. But I was seeing other cars and I could see stoplights so I was fine.

I drove for a bit more and saw a stoplight ahead. I thought to myself because no one else was in the car and I don't have to vocalize to talk to myself, "Ah. Here is the stoplight at county road 5. I will turn right here."

As I pulled up to the stoplight to turn, I looked around and I almost screamed. I was not at county road 5, I was a mile farther up the road. I saw the bank and the jewelry store which are right by the mall (which I couldn't see because of the fog), where I thought LA Fitness and the India Palace should have been. I had missed my turn COMPLETELY without realizing it. It was very unsettling.

I realized I have been reading too many sci-fi stories because my first thought was either I had somehow gone through a wormhole in space or traveled forward in time. Then I realized the fogginess had impaired my ability to judge distance and space and then I started thinking about creatures of the mist and scary things.

And then I calmed down and turned right past the mall and drove to church a different way.

But I'm still a little creeped out.