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Thursday, March 25, 2004
Tuesday 23rd March 2004, My name is Anna Alexander I live in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States (Vancouver, Washington to be exact) and I am 30 years old.
The day dawned dark and foggy at 5:40 a.m. I reached over and turned off my clock radio as Bob Edwards was talking about the war in Iraq. I wasn’t in the mood for war that early in the morning. My goal was to get out of bed and go to the gym.
The perky gym lady at the front desk likes to ask me how I am when I get there. I think she takes pride in pissing me off at 6 a.m. I try not to let it get to me so I sneezed on her and blamed it on my allergies.
After sneezing on the perky gym lady my morning was fairly low key and uneventful. The cat demanded attention and my bowl of cereal was boring. On my way to work, however, one thing stuck out and reminded me that life is not always a routine.
I have driven up Northeast Andreason hill hundreds of times. I could drive up it blindfolded and know when to stop to make my turn. Today the fog was covering most of the hill and I couldn’t see more than 25 feet in front of me. As I drove up the hill, I looked up and what I saw made me feel like I had stepped through the veil and into another world. The tips of the evergreen trees were peeking out above the fog and looked like a fortress floating above the hill. I kept expecting to see a castle through the fog and King Arthur to come out and rescue me from the morning gridlock. Right when I was beginning to question my sanity, the fog curtain parted and I drove into sunlight. The trees disappeared and the cars around me magically reappeared.
Can I do that again?
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