A year ago, I drove 100 miles to work and back each day. In the winter, there'd be many days when the tulle fog made it impossible to see beyond my own car hood. I had to keep inching along or risk being rear-ended. It took a great deal of willpower to get up everyday and get behind that wheel, knowing I had two hours of white-knuckled steering ahead. I tried to remind myself that somewhere beyond all that claustrophobia-inducing impenetrable shroud, beyond the dead quiet isolation of the back roads, there was still a sun that shone down, invisible as it was to me at the moment. I projected myself by sheer imagination into that clear, calm, sunny space.
Know that the fog is fleeting, and the sun will always win out.