Encased in a cloud of white, I slowly make my way up the winding hill. The air is crisp and fresh, not the heavy, dank smog that pollutes the city streets. In my car I am invincible and therefore I am able to ascend without a seconds pause. The mystery behind fog and all things associated with it have always astounded me. Looking out across a field blanketed in white, unable to see the ground but knowing it is there, creating an illusion of floating amidst immortals. I am growing stronger, opening doors and opportunities once believed to be distant dreams. Our futures are like fog; mysterious and often times concealing that which is important. I fall down and I get up…that’s what I am accustomed to. Life is an uphill battle and should be treated as such. Fortunately, I’ve got Dizzy by my side and the road is wide open.