My walk home from work today was interesting. My MP3 player died the other day, so I was walking in silence, instead of listening to the "Pride and Prejudice" audiobook, as I've done every other day I've commuted. (I'm dying to know what's going to happen, too!)
It was really foggy. So foggy that I could actually see the wind blowing the fog around. This gave me the impression I was walking home through a cloud. It was very cool.
On my way, two fire trucks passed me, both headed towards my house. Is it just me, or is it impossible not to think, in some small way at least, that your house may be burning down if you see fire trucks headed that direction? I spent some time in contemplation of the consequences of my house burning down. Oddly, I didn't even consider my yarn. I did consider that the receipt for my MP3 player would burn up, and I wouldn't be able to get it fixed under warranty. But then I realized that insurance would buy me a new MP3 player, so that would be okay. And I considered the cats, of course.
When I got home, it wasn't burning.