Logophobia

Smoke is grey.

Pfft, as if that was the only color possible.

Smoke can be a multitude of visual flavors, it all depends on what you burn.

What you sacrifice.

I've always liked the grey smoke though . . . It's a shame something has to be burned, to be sacrificed, in order for smoke to exist. Not like fog. Fog is disgusting anyway. All slimy and wet and . . . cold.

Smoke likes to curl around your toes and fingers, and bounce across the insides of your nose. It seems almost jovial, until it reaches your eyes. Then it stings. Stings hard too. It's hard to say why I like smoke really. There isn't much to it. It's just . . .Toxic air.

But there's something innately appealing in smoke, something that pulls at the core of my being.

So there you have it.

But please, don't even get me started on fog . . .