Fog.

After my last shot of tequila on Friday night I began to walk back to my appartement. I was dressed as Alex from A Clockwork Orange. It was oddly warm for late October and a thick fog had moved in. It was eerie and beautiful. The light from the street lams was reflected of the water droplets creating spotlights all the way down the street. There was nobody around. Too late for walkers and too early for drunk bar goers. I had the foggy streets to myself. I reveled in my drunken haze. I slowly stumbled home. Trying to take in one of the last warm nights of the year.