The weather outside makes it so I can’t see six feet in front of me. Everything is a deep fog, misty and thick. The snow is white and covers everything, effervescing into the light grey mist. The world does not feel cloudy to me. It does not feel unclear. Actually, I feel relieved. I am not in a fog. I am on a blank sheet of paper. A canvas ready to begin. I begin with no sight, making something, and later on, when the fog is cleared something new is brought into the light that has never been here before. But for now, I enjoy the haze and the soft falling of snow that new beginnings bring.