When I departed from the train this morning and looked out at the Bay Bridge, I saw that it had been swallowed by a cloud.

The mass surrounding the span did not appear to be the usual fog, it looked instead like a large white cloud had fallen out of the sky and just landed right there on the water.

I wondered what it looked like to the people driving across, straight into a thick white tunnel.

Above me, the sky was blue and clear, and I felt very cozy in my sweater and my leather jacket.

Today could be boring, I don’t have much to do at work except for think about my annual evaluation, which inspires anxiety attacks every time I spend more than a moment wondering what I will say.

Instead I could walk over to Macworld and experience claustrophobia.