Through the mist

[IN HUMAN]
When I was riding the bus early this morning, there was at one point mist at all sides, a bit like the final scene in "Skuggarnos Hus" (House of Shadows). It was very easy to imagine that we were being driven into a parallel-universe this way, throught this thick, white mass that slowly enclosed around us. The term 'death by suffocation' quick flew through my thoughts.
At one time I could not see the road because of the mist, and I got a feeling that the bus was hovering over it all.
I thought of the elven girls dancing in the horizon, and the bog wife who brewed, while the rest of the world continued undisturbed around us.

Tír na nÓg came an went.

[PÅ MENNESKE]

Da jeg kørte med bussen i morges, var der på et tidspunkt tåge til begge sider, lidt som i Skyggernes Hus.
Det var meget nemt at forestille sig at vi blev kørt ind i en parallelverden på denne måde, denne tykke, hvide masse der langsomt omsluttede os. Kvælningsdøden strøg kort forbi mine tanker.
På et tidspunkt kunne jeg ikke se vejen for tåge, og fik en følelse af at bussen svævede hen over det hele.
Jeg tænkte på elverne der dansede i det fjerne, og mosekonen der bryggede, mens resten af verden fortsatte uforstyrret omkring den.

Tír na nÓg kom og gik.

Ugh, I'm really feeling sick today - but not sick enough to get my family's compassion! My boyfriend is coming over in a few minutes and at least HE have promised to take a bit care of me - I'll just cuddle up in my bed for the rest of the day with him, doesn't that sound lovely?
Oh lord, I am being such a teenager ;D I hope you like the text, it's a true story!