Day 3,399—the Mist in the Morning—

I turned towards the seminary to see the orange glow of the bell tower appear as if hovering in the dark sky. No sky to look at this morning, just fog, which makes me think that this must be what it is to be on a ship in the middle of the ocean or on the river on a raft, not knowing where the rocks might be. It is like the scene in Huckleberry Finn where Huck is riding on the raft with Jem on the Mississippi and talks about the blanket of fog. It is like being alone in the woods in the dark. In the woods, the feelings of isolation permeate your senses and alter your perception.